#tw infant death

[rawrsatthetree]

Oh omg I just had such a fucked up idea for Ascended Astarion

Tw: infanticide and pregnancy. Gn but Tav is able to become pregnant.

Ok so since Ascended Astarion doesn’t make Tav break things off with Halsin imagine Consort Tav finds out soon after the events of the game that they’re pregnant.

However Astarion can immediately tell it’s not his child but Halsin’s much to his anger and disgust.

But instead of forcing Tav to terminate the pregnancy he allows them to carry the baby to term while also gently warning them that a spawn and a mortal’s child isn’t very likely to live.

He even allows them to tell Halsin at the reunion party.

However when Halsin tries to come and be involved Astarion makes sure he’s kept far away from the Crimson Palace. Simply telling Tav, “you know how fickle Halsin can be, I’m sure he’s simply too busy with his hoard of orphans. But don’t worry little love, I’ll always take care of you.”

He tolerates his consort reeking of Halsin’s stench for 9 months, pretending to be loving and supportive while they carry another man’s child.

As soon as the infant is born, Astarion’s mood changes as his mask slips off. Tav panics and cries to be given their baby, suddenly realizing Astarion intentions.

He has the infant killed right there in the room as Tav is held down screaming and fighting.

He uses his power over them to alter the memory of their perfectly health baby being killed in front of them so they believe that it was still born.

With Tav’s memory successfully changed they simply cry and ask to hold their baby just one time.

“I’m so sorry my love” Astarion holds them and comforts them as the now dead infant is given to them to hold.

He allows them to grieve the little bastard, once again playing the loving master they adore so much.

“It’s not your fault my love, the infant was simply too weak. But not to worry, I’ll give you a new child. A strong child, with the blood of the ascendant. As many children as my dear consort desires.”

#sorry this one is dark lol #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate #astarion #bg3 astarion #baldurs gate astarion #ascended astarion #ascended astarion x tav #astarion x tav #astarion x reader #astarion x durge #tavstarion #tw infanticide #tw infant death #tw pregnancy

[taviamoth]

A baby born and killed in genocide is prepared for burial.

#tw infant death #tw child death #no significant disfiguration #super bowl #palestine #free palestine #free gaza #gaza #israel #tel aviv #iof #idf #jerusalem #from the river to the sea palestine will be free #gaza strip #joe biden #benjamin netanyahu

[ebullientheart]

violet. emily prentiss x reader

content — requested by @lucreziaq2001 . heavy warnings for child loss (stillbirth). please proceed with emotional caution. fem!bau!reader. grieving.

six months ago, you and emily lost your baby girl. the team are here for you on this day.

there is no earth-shattering comparison of pain that compares to losing a child. there isn’t an adjective or analogy that can describe the feeling to anyone who has not experienced that grief, and only a silent understanding between two that have. when you’d woken that morning, with emily already sitting next to you, she’d instantly had you in her arms, as though trying to shield you from this feeling. but such a shield could not exist in a world where you’d experienced such loss.

some point that night, your three year old son had climbed into bed with you, likely as a result of a nightmare. regardless of the reason, you were never more grateful for his presence. oscar was a quiet boy, but not still. never still.

“morning, baby.” you whispered, enveloping his tiny hand in your own. the beam he offered you sent shockwaves of love through the resolute cracks in your heart. the tight grip on your upper arm told you that emily was feeling the same way. she released her hold mindfully, and instead passed a hand gently over your stomach. sometimes you could feel a phantom pain there. not this morning though.

you moved slowly. everything was lulled into a half-pace, with emily’s gentle encouragement and oscar’s plea for pancakes serving to keep you moving. slowly, slowly, you mixed the batter, while emily warmed up the stove. occasionally, she’d squeeze your hand to remind you of her presence.

i wonder if violet would like pancakes. her brother certainly does.

usually, you had to push these type of thoughts to the back burner of your brain; you were likely to be incapacitated for the day if you let them dominate. but today, you permitted yourself the pondering. if there was a day to think about violet, it would be days like these.

a small budgie landed on your window sill, uncommon for houses in the city, and you had to think it was a sign. you saw them everywhere. you knew it was probably because you looked for them, but how could you not look for your baby in every aspect of the world?

“mumma?” oscar approached you while you were deep in thought, lightly startling you, though you welcomed his attention.

emily saw the tears on your waterline and intervened, scooping up her son and placing him on her hip as she said, “let’s give mumma a moment, yeah? we can go set the table.”

you smiled at her sadly, and she again held your hand as she passed you, before trailing away to let you have your thoughts. sometimes, they were a refuge, no matter how full of grief.

at that moment, your phone buzzed. it was hotch, which you were somewhat expecting. hotch and jj were the others of the team who had their own children, and therefore the most empathetic. and hotch had felt the fear of losing jack, the same day he did lose haley, so he was the one who could connect the most.

“when i thought, for a while, i was going to face my son’s funeral, i lost control,” he’d muttered to you in hospital, where you lay in a numb aftershock, “and that was only a thought. if there is anything, and i mean anything, we can do for you… you let me know.”

sometimes you cried, sometimes you shouted. sometimes emily did too. sometimes oscar asked why he never met the sister he’d been promised, and there was no answer for that. no why in the cruel, vexing world. but there was healing, gradually.

you slid breakfast to three settings on the table, bitterly wishing for four, with that same soft, sad smile from before, “here we are, my loves.”

while your son dived into the food enthusiastically, emily did not sit down at first. she rounded the distance between you to pull out your chair, something she’d done since your first date, and rest a hand on your shoulder. it wasn’t uncommon for the passing of a child to push couples apart, but it had glued you and emily together. the constant touches were just a reminder of the love still left in the world, one that extended far beyond to where your baby rested.

there was no combating the pain, but months of therapy helped you accept it as undeniable evidence of love. love for violet, love for oscar, love for emily, and love for yourself.

while your son was entertained with his junior lego set, you dried the dishes that emily washed, loading the bowls from earlier into the dishwasher. by the time you had finished, still moving sluggishly, the clock read half ten, and emily checked her phone.

“are you feeling up to some company, sweetheart? the team want to come and say hello this evening.”

you cast your eyes down to your hands, and finding them free of tremors, you agreed. it took some time to dress for the day, including a moment in the mirror where you had to shed some tears. emily reciprocated this reaction, and the two of you swayed in each other’s hold for a while. eventually, oscar became bored of his inflatable book and twisted his way in between the two of you to insist on ‘up!’. you laughed wetly, wiping your cheeks (too harshly based on your wife’s disapproving stare and careful repeat that followed), and bent at the waist to hoist your demanding toddler ‘up!’.

eventually, evening arrived, and you felt only minorly more prepared than before at the prospect of people in your home that day. nevertheless, you shook your body free of tension and headed outside at the sound of approaching vehicles. you tried not to think of that same sound, accompanied by sirens, coming to take you away six months prior.

emily descended the steps before your porch to meet the others at their cars, probably to issue an unnecessary but appreciated reminder for them to be sensitive. you stood in the doorway, determined to have the remainder of the day a comforting memorial, with oscar leaning his face on your shoulder. at the sight of the incredibly colourful and therefore toddler appealing penelope garcia, however, he quickly wanted ‘down!’, which you gave with a bright smile at his joy. one that surprised you, as you didn’t think you would be capable on such a day.

first to greet you was hotch, who had driven over garcia, jj and rossi, who greeted you in turn. morgan pulled into the drive at the same time, with reid in his passenger seat. there were all dressed in their varying styles, but they all sported a purple, or specifically violet, accessory. hotch’s tie, rossi’s shirt, jj’s bracelet, morgan’s shoelaces, reid’s vest and… garcia’s entire ensemble. hair included.

you willed the overwhelming emotion, as a result of their support, that scalded your throat back down into your chest, where it settled warmly. an acknowledgment of the family you found in these people.

there was confusion on your part when they did not try to enter your home, instead lining up on the roofless section of the porch with you. you turned to emily for an answer; she wrapped an arm around your waist and directed your attention to where garcia had brought your son to the cars. the two emerged holding many balloons, all violet, and begun handing them out to the line up of you.

“do you want to say anything?” emily mumbled to you, while the others pointedly chattered to alleviate any pressure you may have felt.

you choked and shook your head.

emily cleared her throat, leaning on you as she said, “we love you, violet.”

and the balloons went up. nine of them, twirling skyward with no weight to hold them down. they flew up and east, with the wind, and you stood until the last one edged from your view.

the sun set, and streaked her colour across it’s domain, bathing you all in that light and love you didn’t expect to feel on that day. that gentle hand on your heart, reminding you that you were not alone, and she was not alone.

#🤍ebullientheart #criminal minds #emily prentiss #emily prentiss x fem!reader #emily prentiss x reader #tw infant death #tw child loss #tw stillbirth #emily prentiss hurt/comfort #hurt/comfort #angst #tw grieving #tw grief #infant death #child loss #stillbirth #grief #bau!reader #emily prentiss x bau!reader

[hairtusk]

Threads (dir. Mick Jackson, 1984)

In an urban society, everything connects. Each person's needs are fed by the skills of many others. Our lives are woven together in a fabric. But the connections that make society strong also make it vulnerable.

#hehe sorry I'm hyperfixated in a film about my own city experiencing nuclear holocaust. do you still think i'm cool. #threads 1984 #mick jackson #barry hines #tw nuclear #tw nuclear war #tw death #tw infant death

[midnighthangintree]

#tw infant death #tw death #my polls

[dc-polls]

"That Really Happened?!" DC Comics Tournament Entry #35

Zachary Zatara Has Dead Twins

[ID: Comic panel of Zachary Zatara holding a glowing disc. He has an anguished look on his face and says, "Goodbye, Kate" /END ID]

What Happened?

In the backissue series Coven of Three Zachary Zatara, among others, ends up in a dream reality of his ideal life. In it his girlfriend Kate is alive, as well as their twins, who apparently all died before the twins were able to be born. Also, his age in this is super vague so it's unclear if this was a teen pregnancy. None of this ever comes up again either.

--

Tournament polls will be posted after all entries are up. As always you can find all posts related to the tournament using #dc-polls-trh

#dc-polls-trh #dc comics #zachary zatara #coven of three #tw infant death

[solarpunkani]

This is a Twitter thread that shows video of some of what’s happened in Gaza so far this month. Many of them are hard to watch but important to watch or at least be aware of.

If anyone believes this violence is faked or not happening. Take a look for yourself.

#free palestine #free gaza #tw violence #tw blood #tw death #tw desecration #tw bombing #tw child death #tw infant death #out of queue #ani rambles #ceasefire NOW

[dyke420-69]

Yall ever read a fanfic that just has the most batshit insane fucked up things,,,,

Like I can read most shit like it's nothing, torture, gore, murder, whatever but like

There was this fanfic and it was just the premise of like 'my brother just died but his widowed husband is kinda hot' and I just stared in shock bc like ?? 😭😭 wtf,,,

AND IM CURRENTLY READING ONE WHERE THE HUSBAND WANTED KIDS BUT THE OTHER DIDNT SO HE REPLACED HIS HUSBANDS BIRTH CONTROL WITH PLACEBOS??? And he poked holes through condoms and it's like,,,WHAT

And it turns out the reason the husband didn't want kids was bc he HAD a child and it fucking died as a baby like wth,,,,and they just breezed past it can anyone hear me over here

#tw manipulation #tw infant death #maybe that last one will touch on it its not done yet

[weltato]

I'm going to gush about a very old character (as in the original run of the show is very old, not the character himself).

Hello Tumblr! I remembered the finale of M*A*S*H the other day, as you do, and it just hit me as to why I fucking love Benjamin Franklin 'Hawkeye' Pierce so much.

If you don't know this character/show, dw, I'm keeping things under the cut so you can scroll away :)

If you want to read on anyway, warning for infant death.

So, Hawkeye :)

My goodness, this man is SO well written. I need to explain to you why I find him so endearing.

He's a jokester, that much is obvious right off the bat, so he pranks others and can get a dig at others quite well, but he never does it maliciously. Well, sure, he's an ass to Frank and Charles most especially and will absolutely take any and every opportunity to fuck with them, but he's not out to actively harm anyone.

Which is nice, since he's the Head Surgeon. You'd like to think that your Head Surgeon isn't a serial killer.

He's a ladies man. A chronic ladies man. He makes a pass at almost every single nurse at camp - especially Houlihan - and that's iconic about him. But d'you wanna know what's even more iconic?

As soon as he finds out the girl he's seeing is married or in a relationship, he'll stop. Sometimes he's even outright asked if they're taken, then he'll make a joke and move on if they are.

Hawkeye isn't a marriage breaker.

And I love that about him. He doesn't want to come between couples; it doesn't matter if the marriage/relationship is a happy one or not, he's not about to go and break up a marriage/relationship for his own personal gain. He's just not that kind of guy.

Any time kids come into it, he's immediately protective. He's not going to show a child more pain and suffering when they've already been brought through a warzone and are probably orphaned now and also had to have major surgery.

I mean, that's his whole thing in the finale. THAT'S THE WHOLE POINT!

Quick reminder for context: in 'Goodbye, Farewell and Amen' we begin with Hawk away from the M*A*S*H and in a mental hospital for some reason. We (the audience) don't know why, but it's clear that everyone else (the characters) do know. Hawk doesn't think he should be there and seems pretty miserable about it, but then we learn why he's there - a baby died.

And here's the kicker: Hawk blames himself. He thinks it's his fault that the baby is dead. Why?

Well, at first he remembers the event as everyone having a fun day out for once and Hawk in the back calling out for a bottle of something alcoholic for a guy he's sat with.

Then it turns out it's not for fun. The guy he's with is bleeding out, he needs a bottle of either the clear stuff (idk what that would be, I'm not a medical student) or a bottle of blood for a quick transfusion.

What's great about how this scene is shot is that, at first, it stays with the upbeat and happy tone from Hawk, but then the deadly silent and morbid passing of the bottle, and then it shifts to the darker tone.

Now, that's not the baby scene.

Here comes the baby scene.

Hawkeye at first remembers a woman with a chicken when the bus ran into enemy territory and everyone had to be quiet. The chicken wasn't quiet and so he asked the woman if she could get the chicken to be quiet. And it was. It just stopped.

Sidney asks about it - "It stopped?"

"Yeah, it stopped."

Then we cut back to the woman at the back of the bus. The crying woman at the back of the bus. And the still bundle in her arms.

It was her baby. Her little baby that was also crying just a few seconds ago. The noise that Hawkeye wanted to make stop because they'd be caught with all these casualties and innocent people and he's stressed, ok?

That baby is dead. The mum had to smother her own child so they wouldn't be found. And Hawkeye is distraught over this, because he's the one that told her to.

Ugh. I can't even. This man has been through SO much and has seen death and destruction daily, so much so that he's basically numb to it at this point, but a baby dying is too much and he just breaks-

He's in a high stress situation 24/7, it makes sense that eventually the rock of the 4077th would crack. He couldn't say goodbye to Trapper, Henry died on his flight home, Radar left them to go back home to his mum - Hawk has the friends he still has, of course, but he's only human and a human can only take so much.

It's when Sidney deems him well enough to at least go back to the camp that Hawkeye gets his next challenge. Wounded have arrived and they really need him to help out, so he does and it's going pretty well for the most part (y'know, as well as meatball surgery can go) until a child comes across his table. A little girl, probably no older than 6 or 7. Everyone in the room goes quiet, though they're still working since they can't exactly pause while elbow deep in someone's guts, and Colonel Potter (or BJ, I can't remember which) asks if Hawk's ok. BJ (or Colonel Potter) says he can take her. Sidney watches on as Hawkeye takes a second, looks this girl over, then nods.

He can do it. Sidney smiles - his job is done.

Sure, it's hard, but Hawkeye can work, and that's all he needs to know.

Hawkeye, the man who loves a joke and loves messing around with his friends.

Hawkeye, the man who chases after every 'single' woman but not the ones in relationships.

Hawkeye, the man who plays pranks on the whole camp but is kind hearted enough to never cause actual harm because he believes in the Hippocratic Oath so. strongly.

Hawkeye, the man who cares for the children that come into the M*A*S*H despite having none of his own because those are children and they should be anywhere but a war.

Hawkeye, the man who sticks around the longest out of everyone (except Margaret since she's there as long as he is) and can always find something to smile at even though he's always wanting to leave and never does.

Hawkeye, the man who takes his job very seriously and gets angry when other doctors try to come in and flaunt their fancy-schmancy skills that mean nothing out there.

Hawkeye, the man who takes offense at generals who think they can change something when they don't know what the fuck goes on at all.

Hawkeye. The man I would love to be friends with.

I love him so much. I love the writing of him so much. He's just...he's Hawkeye. And I love him.

#long post #wel rambles #m*a*s*h #4077th #mash 4077 #m*a*s*h 4077 #benjamin franklin hawkeye pierce #hawkeye #(not the marvel character. sorry) #hawkeye pierce #btw. m*a*s*h means mobile army surgical hospital :) #tw infant death #cw infant death #i love him i love him i love him i love him #he's just so. #him #y'know? #fandom #old fandom #i love this show so much

[thehollowwriter]

Hehehe for Finn

🎶❤️

And Silas

🚫😢

I hope 4 aren't too much, you can only do 2 if you want!

Dw it's perfectly alright!

🎶 MUSICAL NOTES — What type of music does your oc like? do they listen to music very often?

Finn doesn't have one specific type of music he likes, really, since his taste has a large range. But if he had to choose, probably jazz, swing, or electro swing. He listens to music all the time, it calms him down, helps him focus, blocks out the noise, and he just loves music in general.

❤️ RED HEART — What are three of your oc's positive traits?

Finn has many traits, that's for sure, but I say his positive traits are: He cares very deeply for those he's close to, he can be very supportive and he's a good listener

🚫 PROHIBITED — does your oc drink/smoke? do they do it regularly, or is it more on occasion or for special events?

Silas can't smoke bc he lives under the sea, and I doubt he would anyways. His health was in a terrible state for most of his life, and while/after he had Finn, he wouldn't do such a thing anyway. The same applies to alcohol, except it does exist in the sea. He really hates the taste and doesn't see the appeal. So, neither.

😥 SAD BUT RELIEVED FACE — is your oc prone to getting stressed out, or is it easy for them to keep their cool?

Now, this is an interesting one. Silas usually maintains good control over his emotions, the occasional bouts of paranoia aside. It's something that's kept him alive since you need to be calm and calculated to make the right decisions.

However, when Finn was just born and the years after that, he was extremely stressed and overprotective as Finn was born while he was trying (and failing) to recover from the loss of both his husband and five of his babies. Finn was not allowed out of sight, and he spent a lot of time hovering around him, watching him a like a hawk. It was almost impossible for him to drag himself to work and even more so to try not to interrogate Timo when he got home. He got better after a number of years, though.

#quinn quips #quinn answers #quinn's friends #jovie #silas clearcove #finn clearcove #octavinelle #twisted wonderland #twst oc #tw death #tw infant death

[lvcygraybaird]

YELLOWJACKETS ⇢ 2x06 | QUI

Why can’t you hear him crying?!

#im so behind on my episode posts ignore me while i catch up!!!!! #yellowjackets #yellowjacketsedit #96yellowjackets #yjedit #yellowjacketssource #2x06 #yellowjackets 2x06 #tw blood #blood tw #tw child loss #tw miscarriage #tw infant death #mygifs #mygifsets #myedits

[taviamoth]

🚨 The IOF continues its aggression across all areas of the #Gaza Strip. Fierce clashes are continuing between the Palestinian resistance and IOF in the vicinity of Al-Shifa Medical Complex in the northern #Gaza Strip, and several martyrs have ascended in bombings of homes in its vicinity and in Al-Shati' camp. The first two videos displays scenes of the bombing near Al-Shifa.

Sources added that anybody who moves in the vicinity of the hospital is targeted. The paramedic in the one video describes how he escaped from between 16 tanks after he was arrested from the hospital. The IOF admitted to executing at least 80 Palestinians and abducting 300 from the hospital during its ongoing siege.

Since last night, 15 martyrs were recovered from the Meqbel family home after the IOF bombed a three-story residential building housing the family in #Gaza City.

Scenes are also displayed of the destruction caused by the bombing of an aid warehouse in northern #Gaza, while resulted in the martyrdom of two. The Director of the Emergency Committee in western Gaza, Ajmad Hathat (image 1), was assassinated, directly targeted while he was securing aid at the Kuwait Roundabout last night.

Within the last two hours, IOF warplanes bombed the Al-Jarba family home and an apartment in Al-Bureij camp in the central #Gaza Strip, resulting in 8 martyrs and over 10 injuries, including children. 38 martyrs have ascended in the Central Governorate in the last 12 hours.

The IOF also launched at least three airstrikes on areas and homes Rafah in the last hour. At least three children were martyred in the bombing. 2 martyrs were recovered in Khan Younis, amidst heavy IOF helicopter fire in areas east of Khan Younis in the southern #Gaza Strip.

[via RNN]

#tw child death #tw infant death #palestine #free palestine #gaza #free gaza #jerusalem #israel #tel aviv #gaza strip #news #breaking news #joe biden #benjamin netanyahu #gaza news #gaza update #gaza under attack #gaza genocide #palestinian genocide #eurovision 2024 #eurovision song contest #eurovision #esc 2024

[cower-before-power]

Tomorrow would have been your 5th birthday.

We’ll get a cake, like we always do, we’ll blow out a candle and make a wish for you. We’ll visit where you rest, and tell you how much you are missed and loved and remembered.

I don’t regret carrying you. I don’t regret going through what we did to try to help you in my womb. I don’t regret bringing you into the world, nor standing vigil by your little bed. I only regret not being able to hold you sooner, to cradle you in my arms while you were alive and not after you left us. I’m sorry for the struggle you fought, the pain you must have felt, the fact there was nothing I could do to keep you here with me. You were so strong, so brave, so tiny.

But your short little life mattered. You mattered. And I will always carry you in my heart, will always feel like a piece of me is missing. I was your Mommy on Earth for 8 precious days, but I’ll forever be your Mommy in heart and spirit and love. My precious son, my beautiful baby boy.

I miss you.

I love you.

And I will hold you in my arms again.

#tw infant death #tw child death #a lifetime ago and somehow just yesterday

[scintillyyy]

this might be a little controversial, but firefighter/paramedic is actually one of the worst possible jobs i can think of for dick.

like, i can see the arguments for it. it seems like a job that dick would do well in and he would want to do! he's self-sacrificing and has a pathological need to help and fix people. to save people.

however! these are traits that actually would be lowkey terrible for a first responder. these are the traits that make being a firefighter/paramedic fundamentally not a good fit for him.

because while you do have to be the kind of person who, yes, wants to help others in that kind of job you also need to be a person who can almost completely divorce yourself from your failures to do the job. you have to be able to compartmentalize away all the people you can't save and not let it affect you on a personal level. there is a reason that you have to pass a psych exam to get hired on for this job. and even with that, up to 1 in 3 first responders will develop some form of ptsd from everything they have to see.

because being a firefighter/paramedic isn't just about sacrificing yourself for others and getting there in time to save the day.

it's having to perform cpr all the way to the hospital on the 3 month old that mom or dad fell asleep on the couch with and then the adult rolled over and suffocated the infant. the baby is not coming back.

it's running a code on someone who suffered a massive heart attack, and getting them back, but they were without oxygen for so long that there's permanent brain damage and they're a vegetable, and you find out later that the family ended up taking them off life support and they passed anyways

once that fire gets to be too dangerous, or too close to the flashpoint, or too massive -- you don't go in to save anyone who may be left inside, because if you did you wouldn't end up with a heroic save. you'd just end up with a dead firefighter and a dead citizen. and those losses will be minimized by your officer, even if the mother is there begging you to go in and save her children. they will not risk firefighter lives if it's been determined to be a hopeless endeavor.

and these things don't happen all the time, but it's not like they're a super rare occurrence either. they're frequent enough that those failures are something you just have to be able to deal with and handle and not let it affect your daily life for the most part. you have to be able to mentally compartmentalize it away as just part of the job, dealing with and seeing stuff like that. you can't be the type of person who would take it personally, or the job will absolutely destroy you. and i'm not saying that lightly. yea, sometimes you do get your hero saves, but those are probably actually rarer occurrences. you just hear about them more.

and maybe i'm reading dick wrong. but dick? self destructive with any perceived failures dick? pathologic need to help others to his own detriment dick? dick who takes it so personally when he can't save someone or he feels like he's failed someone? idk. i think it would end extremely poorly for dick, that kind of job.

#dick grayson #batman #dc #tw death #tw infant death

[broodygaming]

Ughhhh TW animal death (not my animals but my neighbors).

Just venting. My new ish neighbor has goats and she got a lot of …. Let’s just say, not well managed goats. Not by her, rly. By the ppl she got them from. They’re unhealthy. Bad lines. Cast offs. Still full animals deserving of care and love. But they’ve been issue after issue after issue for her.

One of her does has kids last night, got them cleaned up but otherwise just ignored them. Idk what happened. My best guess is they just never had energy for life and didn’t get up and slowly got cold. One had died by the time my neighbor found them. And the other she was able to bring back (remember folks! They’re not dead till they’re Warm and Dead!! Morbid but important!!). She tried to get them both back but only one revived even a little.

So that was last night. My neighbor has to go to work today and asked that I watch the baby goat today. She was not doing good. Gasping for breath, no energy. If they can’t suckle, I mean …. Tube feeding them is ur only option then and that’s always risky. And imo, if they’re struggling this much this young then ur not doing them a huge kindness dragging them along.

Anyways. Baby goat gets dropped off here. And guys. Literally twenty minutes later dies in my arms. Fucking heartbreaking. This is the second a baby goat to die in my hands and neither of them were my goats.

Don’t even have words. I almost feel more bad that I feel kinda numb about it. I guess this is me coping but ugh. I wish it felt easier to cry about this. It’s hard to go there. To fully think about and conceptualize a little baby dying. Poor thing.

Hope she gets to hop for infinity as a little ball of ethereal energy somewhere. Whispering through blades of grass and in the bouncing of dry leaves caught on a fall breeze.

#farming #homesteading #tw animal death #tw infant death

[islandoforder]

siobhan’s allusions there to the violence behind some of the sleeping beauty stories was such a relief, because sleeping beauty is one of the most sanitised disneyified fairytales, and the first time i read the version where the prince finds her and rapes her in her sleep and she wakes up having given birth to twins and then the twins are ultimately killed and cooked and fed to the unknowing prince changed me as a person

#siobhan thompson #sleeping beauty #rosamund du prix #neverafter #dimension 20 #d20 #afraid that with the tumblr content changes i realise I no longer know how to tw properly #if someone could tell me which trigger warnings are actually useful atm i would greatly appreciate it #tw cannibalism #tw infant death #tw rape