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quietwingsinthesky · 2 months

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im thinking about clara’s ending, though. like, on a very self-indulgent level, i do enjoy that she gets to live (kind of) and time travel and get an immortal girlfriend to do it with. but on another level, i’m kind of curious… why? given how much emphasis this episode and the last put on how clara herself made her choice and didn’t want the doctor to go through all of this to bring her back, i mean she’s horrified by it, both for his sake but also for the sake of her own memory that was used to bring him to this point. and then, of course, the exchange at the end with Me and the Doctor, “summer can’t last forever” “it can if you have a time machine”, that is so obviously meant to be this desperate, denying plea from the doctor to a universe that can’t care about the time he wants because it doesn’t even have enough for itself to keep living, and an immortal who has all the time in the world and can’t even remember all of it, even remember herself most of the time.

which. it’s just odd, then. that the episode ends with clara getting to have that forever summer. you’d think it goes both ways, not just that the doctor can’t run forever but neither can clara. she says they’ll be going back to gallifrey eventually, but words are a bit cheap against her literally running away with the last second of her life in a time machine. (and uh. given what eventually happens to gallifrey. lol. lmao. girl no one is putting u back there ever.)

i don’t think i’d call this a criticism exactly. just a strange choice to make, that the ending there seems completely at odds with everything else Heaven Sent/Hell Bent have been about. that this grief and denial are so destructive, and to no one more than themselves. but then clara escapes through a loophole anyway.

#like. i don’t want clara dead. don’t get me wrong i love clara.#but. her not being dead does make the ending a bit. weird? at odds with the rest of the episode.#because this is about grief. this is about how you can’t escape loss. there is no loophole in death.#except that. there is. and clara takes it. and she’s fine now.#like on the doctor’s end of things. emotionally this is still as impactful because he cannot get her back and never will.#but as an audience we know clara is. fine. she’s just fine. she got the forever summer.#idk! the dissonance is shaking me esp when the rest of the episode duo are so coherently painfully understanding about what they’re about #and then there’s also the other line from Me about how the doctor had no right to rewrite clara’s choice to face the raven. to rewrite *her*#so that he wouldn’t have to face his own grief. but clara ends this story rewritten. clara ends as the person the doctor made her so that #it wouldn’t hurt as much. clara does not have to face the raven.#like. the episodes are so good that this one bit is a whatever detail but it is. idk. its bothering me.#doctor who #clara oswald

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llycaons · 1 year

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anyway my other comment with the postcanon wx in the novel is how small-scale it is; for the most part it's very domestic and low-key and homey. which is lovely, and I think it suits the novel well, but for the cql setting postcanon I think they should also have this highly romantic married life worthy of a love story for the ages. because when have they ever been chill? pepper in some moments of melodrama. craft some grand romantic gestures. get extravagant with it. they're insane! I want to see that come out in how they actually act when they're married!!

#GET MORTICIA AND GOMEZ ABOUT IT.#waltz regularly or whatever the equivalent is. defeat the sun for bothering your beloved. go on multiple honeymoons #be as crazy about each other by year 10 as you were when you got together!#yeah I love stability and domesticity as much as anyone but when I picture postcanon wx who are together after DECADES of yearning #and loss and grief and death I do not picture them quietly eating bland food in complete silence with a bunch of other lans!!!#no disrespect to the banquet extra I do like that one and it provides a valuable moment of development for wwx #but where is the sense of DRAMA #the yunmeng date was better but still a bit shy of what I want to see #closest thing I ever see in fic is lwj making a lotus pond at cr which is great but I also feel like its cheating #since jzx did it first #cql txp

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happyminyards · 1 year

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I need Wille and Kristina to have a proper talk about Erik. Because they’re both fucking haunted by their grief for him, he’s a specter in the room every goddamn time. But the only time they do actually mention him is when the emotions burst out of them. Their actions re: the crown and each other and just absolutely splattered with their grief and I think actually acknowledging that would do them some actual good.

#young royals #young royals season 2 #i'm actually a bit surprised that people don't seem to consider kristina's grief #she doesn't really show it as much but the whole thing about only then erik's death meant something is SO telling to me #her and wille are literally both overwhelmed by the loss but can't admit it or what it means to each other #this show makes me insane #the way erik fucking haunts the narrative

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genderfeel · 9 months

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pov just finished majora’s mask for the first time

#there’s sm here………. sm #like have u considered the confusion of being a child and carrying the weight of adulthood #but how friendship and love in even the smallest encounters is lifesaving #have you considered that every single person who has shown you kindness cares about you. have u #anyway playing this after totk makes totk look like complete ass it’s ridiculous #mm said we are here to ruminate on the permanence of death. there are some things you cannot change and you have to live on #meanwhile totk is just: sorry what are consequences idk her #odd considering how much botw has in common with mm’s themes on death for it to do such a heel turn #totk was surface level dark in aesthetics but its commentary on actual dark themes is more shallow than a kiddie pool #mm takes it and embraces every part of the nasty bits of grief and loss and hopelessness and balances it with love #totk my despised #em posts

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deoidesign · 1 year

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the ask from tellih had me thinking... what are your thoughts on a kid au? i bet steve and adam were really cute as kids and i wonder just how different they were then compared to now

I think that's the kind of thing I'd like other people to think about rather than put my own thoughts on the table ^^

There's a million different ways they could have been as kids, and a million different ways they could have grown to be who they are now. So I don't want to put anything into too heavy a canon :)

I also haven't really thought about it too much! since it's not really relevant to the story I'm trying to tell, I'd think about it if it came up but otherwise I like to prioritize the things I think are important to building my story.

#my writing just isn't really about me making blorbos and putting them into situations #it is a bit!#but mainly its about portraying themes... like it's truly a form of communication for me #as someone who REALLY struggles to communicate #so anything that isnt serving my themes doesnt need to be made #I make aus sometimes just out of brainrot but it's not something I put a lot of time into #its more about seeing a theme and wanting to explore different angles of it #and with the comic being all about grief and loss it's not something I want to explore with them as kids haha #but exploring it as humans for instance #like how their lives might be without the major death of steve #is different! vs kids when they simply never would have known eachother #asks #writing rambles

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bejeweledmp3 · 1 year

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#tlou 2 spoilers////#i absolutely get that this is the point but there's something genuinely so hollowing and just. hurtful about joel's death #like he died brutally and now he can't make amends with his daughter everything that he fought for for so long doesn't matter bc he's dead #he got two years (stfu neil drunkman. two years??? two whole years??? shut the fuck up) of the silent treatment from the person he loved #most in the world #the one person he would (and has) fight to death to keep safe. and the SECOND he got a chance of making things right he's fucking dead #i have to make a post about this but i genuinely believe that the cruelty present as a theme throughout the entirety of tlou is not always #effective and at times can almost make you lose the point of the story #it's not just that bad things happen. bad things happen at the worst possible time in the most hurtful way #it's cruelty towards however is invested in the story and it's on purpose. sometimes it serves the narrative (joel dying for example.#although cruel it was necessary to move the story of the game along)#and sometimes it just feels like twisting the knife for no damned good reason (they really didn't even get a day to try?? not one??)#and the result is something that i find so so overwhelming and punitive #that it makes it honestly hard for me to even begin to try to make up my mind about wether i like it or not #it hurts!!!! it makes me feel Bad. and empry anc confused and lonely and pointless ans stupid #which honestly resembles what real world loss and grief are ig. but also it clouds what your story is #but ALSO going that entire way just to say forgive don't seek revenge<333 feels uh. anticlimactic #i also keep coming back to taking ellie's fingers. twisting the knife making what's worse bad #like some of it is just low hanging fruit. the girl was alone already you got tour point across. was that last bit necessary #but then some of the cruelty really fucking works #but ALSO if i think about this too much i honestly feel Void inside me. which is why i'm typing this in the first place just #insane tragedy that makes me feel Bad in a way i can't express #i am both sicked and terrified for sunday.oh well #talking tag;#the last of us;

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kuiinncedes · 2 years

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#jfc i need to stop fucking crying fhjfgff tw pet death or something sort of #my cat is dying basically and it like really sunk in after a conversation w my mom this morning #that we can't do anything anymore #and i've cried like fucking 6 times today or something i just don't want to have to deal with this lmfao #but my parents are out of town and my mom is the only one who is like as sad abt it i think #and like understanding idk me and her were 'closest' to our cat lmfao i guess lol #but my cat's fine she's just old and isn't eating or drinking and can barely walk now #and she like just doesn't move and stares into space instead of sleeping #and idk what to do i just feel like with my mom out of town it's all on me to try to take care of her and idk what to do #bc i can't do anything she's just at the end of her life #and i've been crying so much about it today lmfao i'm tired and my nose is completely stuffed #anyway it's part of life and whatever i'm just really sad about it today and probably until she dies and probably after that it's just #gonna be like this for a while lmao i just need to talk about it somewhere i guess #i don't rly wanna tell any irl friends or anything bc idk i just don't really wanna talk about it #so like if anyone sees this y'all can respond to the post but i probably wont reply to anything kldhfgjfgdfdf #also some minor other things that are stressing me out a tiny bit jfhjflks idk ugh #i haven't experienced actual loss/grief yet so this is fun #hhhhhhhh sighs i gotta get ready for bed #i've just been cycling thru like instagram tumblr ao3 youtube all day idk what to do lmfao #bc the minor other thing stressing me out is that i'm staying on this research team over the summer but #like i haven't been hired yet by the universtiy so i don'tthink i can technically do work yet #and i have rent to pay next semester so i kinda wanna make money and also like do this research work #but idk if i should while i'm in this headspace lmfao bc it's kinda heavy ish work #idk the hiring thing is kinda stressing me out #anyway skdjfghjsdfjgnslfdbsj idk where i'm going with this lol #jeanne talks #oh and it's hard bc last time i was home at the beginning of march she was completely fine #and like spending the night w me in bed and waiting for me outside the bathroom door while i got ready for bed #like #anyway

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attenaeus · 7 months

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i haven't been on here in a bit.

grief is an interesting experience, and not one i expected to have to go through recently. i guess that's pretty typical of grief, it often comes when you least expect it - but i can't help but feel jealous of people who could prepare to grieve. people who had the process of understanding they were going to go.

my childhood cat passed away nearly two months ago now. it was incredibly unexpected, and incredibly traumatic. i haven't been able to drive a car since it happened. this has been my first full month without my rock, without my best friend, without the one constant in my life that always left me feeling better.

in those first days, the world was moving so fast and mine had stopped. everything was spinning and i was dizzy, waiting to catch up to the movement but it kept getting faster and faster and faster as the grief hit. it came in waves, but the waves weren't as far apart as i maybe expected. they were lots of little waves, never really properly receding. leaving a mark where they were, new ones coming to move the mark further up the shore within hours; sometimes minutes.

the first week was hard. the second week somehow hit the hardest. i was still busy. i had university, i had rehearsals for plays, i had assignments and things to do. but i didn't have him to do it with. i didn't have him to come home to. and it felt like i was betraying him to come home feeling okay, to spend my days without noticing the gaping hole in my chest. like i was leaving him behind, when all i wanted to do was wrap him in my arms and protect him from any harm. to carry him with me like a little security blanket made of yowls and pissed off glares. my little angry man, with me forever.

but he was gone. and i was still here. and it felt wrong.

my brain had turned to a fuzzy cloud of yarn and pain and tears, and of a hard center that i couldn't access no matter how much i tried. i couldn't remember things i normally would be able to. learning lines from my plays felt like an insurmountable feat, one that would normally come to me with relative ease. everything would hit the fuzz and slide off of it, leaving a small remnant but mostly just disturbing the blur.

i woke up this morning convinced that i hadn't handed in an assignment due a month ago. it was coming up to the one month anniversary when it was due, and i barely remember any of that week. i can't remember actually submitting the assignment, i just know i did.

it's been nearly two months now. i still can't believe it's been that long.

somehow, life feels worth living again.

it doesn't feel easy. it doesn't feel any less lonely without him. but it doesn't feel hopeless.

one of my plays came together incredibly well. last week my life became that show, and the people involved. my life became showing up to the theatre, having my dinner and complaining about how tired i was, doing my makeup and dancing to whatever song we chose for warm up that day, and then going on stage and watching a friend make out with a skeleton on stage.

then we'd go to maccas until midnight, and i'd get a lift home with a different friend and we'd make each other laugh until we cried over a playlist of shitty songs to have sex to, and suddenly life felt worth living again. i found myself wanting to show up to the play instead of dreading interacting with people because life was so much, i found myself volunteering to get involved in more and more. now i'm working front of house for a different show at a different company, i'm preparing to put on a play night, and i'm not thinking about how much i wish he was here to do it with me.

i still do, of course. i watched good omens recently (i am suitably Not Ok over it), and every single time something happened i would turn to find him, and be hit with the loss. i'd just recently gotten into the habit of talking at him like he understood me when i just needed to lose my mind over something. it felt like that had been ripped from me right as i got used to it. that and doctor who are the first shows i've watched and gotten invested in without him by my side, and somehow that feels lonely.

it helps that i have friends who are invested. friends that i can talk to about things. but that's where the hole feels the biggest right now. that, and when i'm having a mental health episode and he's not there to ground me. two instances, both wildly different but both feeling so important to me.

i may have figured out that the meaning of life is to do stupid shit with your friends at midnight, and to lose all sense of shame when you strip backstage because you've got to go on for the next scene and fuck it i gotta get this costume on, and to spam people with keyboard smashes when you're watching two lovesick idiots fuck everything up on tv, but for the longest time my meaning of life was him.

learning to live without him didn't feel like something i could do. and i'm almost grieving that i've been able to do it.

#grief #tw grief #dealing with grief #tw pet death #tw pet loss #ramblings #text post #im feeling soft about my friends #and grieving about my cat #and somehow its resulted in this #sorry for disappearing btw !! grief is Hard and i needed to take pressure off #hoping to get back into writing things now that its feeling a bit easier

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feyascorner · 3 months

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Please please please I am in desperate need of Astarion comforting Tav.

Like Tav is always comforting everyone else, but there is never anybody to hold their hand when they are scared or hug them when they are sad. Please let them be scared. Let them be sad, let them be vulnerable and let them feel their own emotions.

Tav needs a hug :,)

a/n. no you're so right because I AM ALWAYS OPEN TO TAV LOVE!!!!! This ended up a lot more fluffy and lighthearted than I expected but I hope that’s okay! :) also this is not proofread pls excuse me for the grammar errors that are definitely in here.

You don’t mind helping others, really. You don’t mind guiding Shadowheart to escaping her evil goddess, you don’t mind finding a way to aid Gale’s ticking time bomb, and you don’t mind spending hours in battle to find a piece of infernal iron for Karlach. It’s natural after all, because they’re your precious companions.

But it’s also made the thought of being something else—the one being comforted—more shameful than anything.

It was just a bad day, honestly. Bits of your life being pricked at with needles. The whole week had been hellish, but today seemed to be bent on finally wiping you clean. A battle going wrong, the lake freezing over and preventing you from taking a bath, the pot of soup you were in charge of burning to cinders—they’re all small, but they add up. And when you find that your favorite pair of gloves are splitting at the seams, it’s your final straw.

You stumble into your tent, barely holding back tears as you close the flap shut behind you, signaling that you wanted to be alone. You collapse into your bedroll, face first as even the blanket beneath you isn’t enough to cushion you against the hard floor.

Gods.

You squeeze your eyes shut, begging your tears to leave. The others have a lot more problems at the moment—ones that wager between life and death—but you can’t help the overwhelming burst of emotions you’ve kept bottled in for weeks now. So many bad things are happening, but there’s no time for you to mourn, because the least you can do is stand beside your companions in their own grief. It forces you to constantly stay alert, keeping your heart open for them but shut closed for yourself.

It’s so, so overwhelming. It almost feels like it’ll swallow you whole.

“Are you alright, darling?”

You hadn’t even heard him entering the tent, and immediately your shoulders tense as you shoot up into a sitting position, wiping desperately at your eyes. You know they’re red, but you hope he ignores it. “No, I’m just tired. I’m turning in early for tonight, sorry.”

He stares at you, making his suspicion blatantly obvious to urge you to continue but you don’t, forcing your eyes to the ground. “No need to be sorry, my love. I was just making sure.”

You want to throw yourself into him. To let him hold you as you complain about the more mundane parts of life as well as the feelings wracking the sobs of your chest. To let him soothe you as all you can do is cry.

But you don’t. It’s just not what you do.

“Pity, these pretty things of yours,” he lifts your gloves that had been discarded on the ground with a cock of a brow. “I quite liked them. But…they don’t seem to be at a complete loss yet.”

You finally look at him.

“Why it just needs a bit of stitching and some polish. It’ll look even better than it did before with my handiwork,” he inspects the fabric closely. “Hm, I was finished with fixing Karlach’s shirt anyway, I suppose I could spare some time for your gloves.”

Despite his words, his eyes are gentle as they shift over to you, and it makes your lip quiver.

“I’ll ask again,” he says softly, and you know it’s an effort in vain to resist. “Are you alright?”

Like a river breaking through a dam, you fling yourself into him, tears already slipping down your cheeks as they smear against his shirt. You worry about the snot for a split second, yanking away, but he just pushes your head back to him, sighing with you practically wrapped on top of him.

“You should have told me before things had gotten this bad, my love,” he says, no true judgment laced in his words. If anything, he sounds amused. It makes you cry even harder as you wail loudly into his chest, with his hand rubbing soothing circles into your back.

It’s like a breath of fresh air.

“Would you like to talk about it?” He asks eventually after what seems like eternity, and your sobs have calmed to sniffles.

“…not now.”

“Very well,” he laces his fingers with yours, and you tilt your head up just enough to see the fond smile stretching on his lips. “I shall remain here until you’re ready. Until then, I have no quarrels with our current arrangement.”

You mumble against him as he lifts your knuckles to his lips. “…thank you for this.”

“You needed this,” he replies, as if it’s obvious. “I’m not you, of course, which is why comfort is not my strong suit, as charming as I am. I much prefer blowing off steam in a bloody battle, but this—“ he runs a hand through your hair, gentle enough not to pull at any strands. You resist the need to sigh into the feeling. “—this, I can do as many times as you need.”

#astarion ancunin #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate astarion #bg3 astarion #astarion x tav #astarion x reader #astarion #bg3 x reader #fluff #bg3

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marvelandponder · 1 year

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one amazing thing about the Owl House finale is that it finally contextualized for me one of the central metaphors of the show. Spoilers for the series finale Watching and Dreaming ahead.

we good? no one spoiling themselves? beauty

for a long time now, I thought we had a pretty standard coming-of-age metaphor dichotomized by the show's central antagonists. you've got your protestant witch hunter Belos who introduces a maturity and ugliness to Luz's narrative; he clearly represents a particular, restricting form of adulthood, and just when Belos becomes his most threatening, boom, enter the Collector, Luz's dangerously naïve inner child to ruin all her development on the Boiling Isles. Seems simple enough

what I didn't anticipate was just how specific and personal their roles in the story actually are to Luz once you have the full context from the series finale

look again

this story - this whole series - is about the grief that a neurodivergent kid experienced at a young age, introducing the cruelty of loss and adulthood before she was ready to handle it. and, how to reclaim a more whole understanding of herself as she rebuilds her life with people who get her

Belos is designed to infect the titan carcass like a disease. a cancer. it's super goddamn significant that the titan is King's dad (King, who became Luz's younger brother). they set up Belos not just to be another fascist kids' cartoon villain (although yeah, he do be doing some of that), but to specifically become a force that oppressed the weirdness from the one place that understood Luz. the Iles. the dad. And by the end of the story, Belos's goopy body-horror isn't just for show, he's just like the cancer or other terminal disease that took Luz's dad from her

he's the thing Luz hasn't processed in season 1 that comes in at the end like a warning. he's the threat that forces Luz to grapple with her own humanity, feeling somehow (often completely unjustifiably) harmful to those around her, through the grief she doesn't want to be a burden or the weirdness (neurodivergence) others don't understand. he's the force that says there is something wrong with you, Luz, give in to your grief, this is what you can't face. this is the lie you've been telling to those closest to you: that you're okay

then you have the Collector. (notable that he's a collector, and we see Luz's mom and dad had quite the collection of nerdy memorabilia)

the Collector is the child too young to understand death. Too young to understand consequences, or why their playmates don't feel like playing anymore with someone so weird and maybe a bit too involved in their own world. The Collector is Luz's inner child, that kid we see right before the "worst week ever" — the one who didn't and couldn't understand what was about to happen even as it was going down. unapologetically weird, a bit destructive and short-sighted, but wholly colourful, wholly themselves. that's why the Collector wants to live out Luz's adventures, but without all the depth. just the fun escapist fantasy

but don't think I forgot the internal conflict! :D

because Camila's role also gets an added depth too: Camila was framed at the outset of the series as someone who loved Luz, but wanted her to fit inside a box that she just didn't. later, Luz completely misconstrued her mom's breakdown when she learned that Luz chose to run away. as many people have pointed out by now, Luz misremembers the actual dialogue that Camila says: Camila only wanted her daughter safe, not to lose her. Luz meanwhile felt like she had to choose to destroy this part of herself, or give up her connection with her mom altogether

but we know now Camila actually deeply relates to Luz. she may not understand Luz's fascination with horrific things like on the boiling isles (very akin to a kid getting more grim hobbies in the wake of a death, like Luz's taxidermy), but she loves Luz for who she is. all of her. she never wanted Luz to change

Luz was the one framing the central conflict of the show as go back to her mom or stay in the boiling isles. Luz was the one who felt like she had to punish herself by rejecting the one place where she felt like herself. once Camila realizes what's been going on, and how deeply connected it is to the loss of Luz's dad, she knows Luz is trying to make a "very bad choice for herself." And she won't let that happen (what a great mom!!)

But Luz does have one real choice ahead of her

because of the inner child who once again has to confront death (this time, Luz's own), Luz is able to connect with a father figure, the titan, the one place she feels understood. in the form of a power-up that makes her into a fantasy witch straight out of the Good Witch Azura, the one place she got joy after that huge loss, the titan gives her the strength to face the cancer—a force draining everything good in her life from her and making her question she deserves it in the first place—but only if she can choose herself

and that means choosing happiness, choosing found family, choosing love and friendship and self-discovery in the place she feels most at home! every bond she's forged, everything she's worked for, it all comes down to choosing to face grief and move on in life with weirdos who stick together.

hoot hoot, that's some good metaphor

#the owl house #toh spoilers #luz noceda #eda clawthorne #king clawthorne #the collector #emperor belos #camila noceda #i may update the post with images at some point but I figured that's more likely to unintentionally spoil others #watching and dreaming

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faultsofyouth · 2 years

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Even though I hate Dave Chapelle I tbh can not stop thinking about his "I have a HUMAN EXPERIENCE" story. because that's really it, right. Trans people all have the incredibly human experience of suffering because of their bodies. It hurts to have a body. We all know what that feels like. We all have that experience. my pain and your pain is the same.

#my posts #gender #dave chappelle #maybe ill watch that bit again even tho i didnt think that special was funny and neither is any of his other stuff #but that story was so real. i saw something in him during it that wasnt there for literally the entire rest of the special- empathy #a real- genuine understanding of the pain his friend was going thru that led them to transition. hes no ally to women or to trans people #but he's no stranger to human emotion. he knows us and we know him and we all know everybody very intimately #because everybody has the same emotions. ur emotions are not special. they are not felt only by you #everybody is guaranteed to have the same emotions bc we can only feel what our electrical configuration is capable of feeling #so when the men i hate cry i feel that in my bones. when rapists cry i feel that. when mothers cry for their daughters i feel that #and when children weep i feel that. im not an empath and i dont claim that i feel the profound misery #of grief or death or loss the way that you are feeling it right now. but those feelings are everybodies feelings. everybody Has to feel #them eventually. and so our feelings are the same. our pain is the same. i wish more people would think about that #before they went around calling people trannies or whatever. just dont be cruel to people #thats it. not even dont be mean. be mean as hell idc. i only wish people would find it in them to not be so cruel to people they #disagree with

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prehistoricmancunt · 2 years

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if a friend is experiencing/has experienced a loss and is grieving, and you don't have any experience in the arena of loss, please allow me to offer some advice on navigating conversations about the deceased loved one.

not every mention of their person is the saddest part of their day. sometimes saying "this was their favorite song" "oh they would have LOVED this" "God I wish they could hear the conversation happening at the next table" "I wish they were here" is lighthearted. the mention of their person can be joyful. or melancholic. or, of course, sad. it can be all of those things at once. but no matter, react to the sentiments as just another piece of the conversation.

you don't need to drop a 55 pound weight onto the conversation and stare at us in pity or silently stare in a combination of confusion and discomfort and sadness.

it's okay. we know they're dead. you acknowledging that in an equal state of nonchalantness will not shock us to death, it's not tasteless or crude. it's a relief. our dead people are still parts of our lives just like anything else, and giving your loved ones the space and comfort and safety to talk about their person is huge.

you can always respond by asking to hear more, by mimicking their tone. your friend laughs and says "they would have LOVED this", take it as a chance to learn why! was their favorite color yellow? did they love kitschy little throw pillows? did they utterly DESPISE kitschy throw pillows? are they referencing a specific story?

if they see someone that looks like their person and get a little sad, ask what reminds them of their person. what was their favorite feature of their person? does it make them mostly sad to see someone who looks like their person? did it make them feel a little bit happy for a moment?

we want to talk about our deceased loved ones. we yearn to mention people who shaped us. the way our society has conditioned us to behave around grief, to respond to the grieving, and to grieve ourselves is so backwards and void of empathy, so we often don't say what we wish we could say. (bell hooks has a wonderful chapter on this in all about love, new visions (ch 11))

by offering opportunities for people to reminisce you are truly making an impact and fostering a safe environment for those around you to grieve in ways we're often not offered.

#also if this resonates and you wanna share it I have a version on my Instagram pinned in the grid @bitter_feminist !#text post #grief #ref #pls rb !#to note #notes

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fallahifag · 2 months

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URGENT: Help Rescue the Mortaja Family

Hani is organizing this fundraiser to help his brother (Ahmed) and their family safely cross the border into Egypt. Please donate and share. This is the link to the fundraising page.

The Family’s Situation in Ahmed’s Words (from GoFundMe)

“Five months into the war, I've come to realise that we need more than just one heart to bear all this devastation and more than one set of eyes to cry and mourn without restraint. Since the war began, disasters have continuously befallen us without respite.”

“We (my parents, myself, my brothers Mohammed, Salah and Mahdi, my sisters Shimaa and Walaa, my niece Mariam and my nephews Mahdi and Mohammed) have been displaced over thirteen times if my memory serves me right in recounting these instances. But my memory is even more adept at recalling the nights filled with cold and fear, fleeing from death, and emerging from the rubble with my family over and over again.”

“And each time that we miraculously survived, we lost a part of us, a piece of our hearts.”

“My mother, who lost her sister, nephews, and nieces, experienced a shocking blow. On the same day, she lost more than forty martyrs from her brothers' children and their offspring.”

“The latest loss was my cousin, an esteemed teacher and mentor to many. Amid the severe crisis and famine here in the north, he went in search of flour to feed his children and family but never returned, meeting his demise instead.”

“All of these losses didn't give us a chance to grieve properly or look at everything with a hopeful eye.”

“My father's health was already deteriorating due to chronic illnesses and recurrent strokes before the war. During the conflict, his condition worsened, having memory loss more often, and I suspect he has suffered another stroke (though we can't diagnose it due to the lack of medical staff in Gaza and overall lack of proper healthcare services). In war, cases are evaluated based on the priority of preserving life, without considering that the case being evaluated is a father with children who have big dreams.”

“My sister Shimaa, who has two little moons in the form of children, and a third born amid the war in harsh conditions that are beyond imagination, named Mohammad, symbolising our relatives and friends. This third child was born displaced from his home, in the biting cold, and now, two and a half months later, he still hasn't received the appropriate vaccinations like normal children do.”

“Those speaking to you now were not born as superheroes; they are ordinary humans. We go to our jobs, others go to learn, and we gather in the evening to talk about what the ordinary days bring us.”

“During the war, the universities where my siblings study and my father works were destroyed, and the jobs of my other siblings, who work in information technology, vanished into thin air.”

“All these events have had a physical and psychological impact on the family. My mother lost weight alongside losing more than eighty people from her family, her sisters. My father lost his health and his sanity, overwhelmed by grief.”

“My brothers and sisters lost what they lost, alongside surviving various incidents during the war, and others from the starving predators on the streets.”

“Therefore, it takes more than one heart and mind to comprehend and endure what transpired during the war.”

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yrbladie · 6 months

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♡ ﾟ˖ ॱ ▎WHEN THEY LOSE YOU ㅤ𝅄 🌿 ꒱

˖ ࣪ ayato, diluc, kaeya, neuvillette, zhongli

warnings ：angst, hurt no comfort, mentions of death and body (yours), sad bois, some have quite a comforting ending, others not so much, gn! reader, established relationship, implied marriage (ayato, diluc, zhongli), reader is called 'beautiful' (kaeya), spoiler free, non fluent writer

ㅤHe doesn't weep at first. Don't get him wrong, though, it's just that how could he ever fathom the thought of not having you by his side anymore?

ㅤYou were taken from his arms so suddenly that he wondered if you were ever real since the start, or only a fragment of his imagination, something that had always only belonged to his most beautiful dreams.

ㅤThe only way he knew you were indeed real was by the way people would talk behind his back when they thought he wasn't paying attention, talking about how sloppy he had become. Or the way he would still find small bits of you sprawled over his desk. Trinkets you gave him, and the letters you had sent to him the last time you went to visit your homeland for a week, knowing your lover would miss you too much.

ㅤIt suddenly dawns on him at that moment. How you were not there anymore, how he would never see you again, see your bright and beautiful smile or hear your giggle at his poor cooking skills.

ㅤAt that moment when he suddenly misses you, Ayato gets up and goes to visit you. In a place he never thought he would see you. Buried under the Sakura tree you planted with him last summer, the one where you both had wished for it to be as eternal as your love for each other.

ㅤHe sees your grave filled with flowers and gifts from the people you had known, and even finds the bouquet of flowers Thoma had sent under his name. And he kneels beside it, staring at your name written there.

ㅤHe still felt guilty, that he was not there for you when you needed him the most. That he was busy with work above anything else again. He could have protected you oh so easily, and he wasn't there.

ㅤ"I hope you can forgive this stupid lover of yours, my dear."

ㅤForgive him for everything. Forgive him for not loving you better, and for not being strong enough to be there when you died nor when you were buried.

ㅤAyato now knew, dreams are never meant to last.

ㅤWhen people saw you both together on the streets, with Diluc carefully holding your hand or touching the small of your back to guide you through the streets, like you were made of the finest porcelain, everyone thought they were going crazy.

ㅤThere was no way, the master Diluc Ragnvindr, the uncrowned king of Mondstadt, unmatched in every possible way, had gotten himself a lover.

ㅤWhen you arrived it was like a breath of fresh air for everyone who knew Diluc. You made him a different man, made people see a different side of him Diluc himself doubted existed.

ㅤAnd you were everything to him. Until the fateful day you were forcibly taken from him.

ㅤBut still, he couldn't hope to grieve, he had no time to let himself stop and rest, not even for a minute. In a minute so many things can happen, just like in a minute you were gone.

ㅤDiluc still had Mondstadt to protect, and he would focus solely on that for as long as there was still air in his lungs. Even if his torn heart still churned in pain everyday.

ㅤEven if in the darkest hours of the night, just before dawn, he would still sit alone in his dimly lit room, the weight of his grief pressing down on him like a heavy shroud. The walls of his manor, once filled with laughter and love, now seemed to echo with the emptiness of his loss. The air was heavy with the scent of fading memories.

ㅤEverything in your shared room is a bittersweet reminder of the warmth that had once been, now slipping through the cracks of time.

ㅤOutside, the world moved on, without you. And Diluc couldn't understand it, for his world was you. Every moment without you felt like an eternity.

ㅤAnd in those short moments he wept. Letting the pain flow freely, as if by releasing it, he could somehow reach across the chasm that separated you both. And he still could somehow feel your presence in brief moments, a soft whisper in the breeze or a fleeting glimpse in a dream.

ㅤDiluc had experience in mourning, and he knew that one day, the sharpness of his pain might dull, but his love for you would remain eternally vibrant, a testament to the life you had shared.

ㅤIn his own way, he would carry on, honoring your memory with each step forward, holding you close in the chambers of his heart, as he navigated the path of grief, one tear and one memory at a time.

ㅤIn that way, Diluc could forever hold you close to his heart somehow. The idea that you would have liked that he kept protecting those you had come to love, gave him comfort as he got up for another day.

ㅤYou were his first, but also his last.

ㅤOh, to be loved by the Cavalry Captain, with his deceiving smiles and well thought words. People used to call him such a heartbreaker before you came along and showed to all that Kaeya Alberich could be so much more than that.

ㅤIt seemed like he always had a smile reserved only for you. Different from the grins and crooked smiles he gave for others. With you nothing was ever fake, you had managed to tear down the walls he built to keep himself safe each and every time, no matter how much he tried to keep you at an arm's length.

ㅤBefore Kaeya even noticed you had already made a home in his heart and had no plans of leaving.

ㅤBut of course, fate had always found its way to mock him. He could but only watch as your life slipped past his fingers like sand, no matter how much he held onto you and begged the skies not to take you. Not you too.

ㅤIn the end, Kaeya still had to carry back your lifeless body to Mondstadt, back to your home where you belonged.

ㅤBut did he still belong there now? He was once again reminded of his purpose, the destiny that hung heavily above his head, like a death sentence forever haunting and taunting him. A destiny he just couldn’t seem to escape.

ㅤCursed to loneliness, to destruction. He should have known he didn’t deserve all the happiness you had brought along with your love to his wretched life.

ㅤYou had slipped away, leaving behind a void that seemed insurmountable. In the beginning, Kaeya refused to acknowledge the cruel twist of fate. He clung to the hope that this was all a nightmare, a cruel illusion that would dissipate with the morning light.

ㅤDays turned into nights, and reality set in, stubborn and unyielding. The denial that had once shielded him from the harsh truth began to crumble like a fragile dam battered by the relentless waves of sorrow.

ㅤHe still remembered everything about you. While others would talk about how sweet you were to everyone, Kaeya would remember the laughter shared on lazy Sunday mornings, the whispered promises exchanged under a blanket of stars, and the simple joys of a life built together.

ㅤHe still had your portrait on his desk, a painful reminder of how beautiful you looked when you smiled up at him. And he still wondered how you were. Are you happy now, wherever you are? Are you safe?

ㅤOr do you miss him like he misses you?

ㅤKaeya only found solace on those lonely starry nights, where he laid by himself on the grassy field he always hated, saying the grass always got stuck at his hair as you laughed, calling him such a drama king.

ㅤAnd as the first rays of dawn began to set in, he smiled.

ㅤThe pain remained, a constant companion, but it transformed into a tribute—a testament to a love that transcended the boundaries of mortality. With a heavy heart, he got up, in a silent acknowledgment that life, though forever altered, would continue.

ㅤHe would carry your cherished memories with him into an uncertain tomorrow. With a newfound strength—a resilient ember burning in the ashes of loss, Kaeya had to carry on.

ㅤEven if his fate overtakes him once more one day, the whispers of your voice, urging him to embrace life would always remind him that there was something out there worth fighting for. And that one day, when his body and heart rests for one last time, he will meet you again.

ㅤThe skies of Fontaine have never been cloudier than since the day you died. The rain poured down, seeming endless. Like a mourning prayer for another loss the nation held.

ㅤYour funeral was quiet and quite lonely. You had not really been a person that went out each and everyday, or that easily befriended all that you met through your day. You were a common person, like any other in Fontaine, maybe just a little weird with your outlander ways.

ㅤBut Neuvillette still loved you anyway.

ㅤYour love for each other was nothing grand nor loud. It was almost timid, but shined brightly like an unwavering ember.

ㅤSo it didn't come as a surprise that no one knew about your relationship with each other. Neuvillette was, before anything, an important and key figure in Fontaine, his every move scrutinized under the city's gaze, yet whose true emotions remain hidden behind a mask of stoicism.

ㅤEven to the end, he couldn't even attend your funeral. Watching from the sidelines, like an outsider. He watched as your loved ones paid their respects, leaving their flowers and good wishes that you now may be safe, in the arms of the gods.

ㅤNeuvillette wanted to scoff at this. The gods were silent as their people suffered under their gaze. And most of all, there was no space for people like you on their golden mighty thrones.

ㅤWhen everyone parted and left only your lonely tombstone, did Neuvillette finally came to pay his own respects as the rain fell heavier, a reflection of how he felt inside. Like a storm that could never break free from the clutches of a well maintained facade of a composed judge.

ㅤYou made him so vulnerable as each time you touched his skin, his heart longed for more of you, with feelings he couldn't understand.

ㅤIf only he had noticed sooner, if only he had met you sooner.

ㅤIf only you were still here. To show him comfort once more.

ㅤBut as the calm and collected Iudex wept by the lonely grave, you were still gone.

ㅤAnd in the next day and even the next after that, every day became an act. An imperturbable, endless theatrical piece. Worthy of even being presented at the opera house.

ㅤAnd as Neuvillette still conducted each trial with unperturbed accuracy, the outside seemed to have forgotten about you. But not him, never.

ㅤHe still heard your voice, just outside his office, while you laughed with the Melusines. He still asked for two cups of tea to be prepared and people wondered who the other cup was for. And he still had the official documents where you accidentally doodled on and had apologized profusely for doing it, but Neuvillette had never held it against you.

ㅤAnd he still loved you. Each day when the rain started again, the pitter patter sound followed the judge as he disappeared through the corners of Fontaine to find you once again.

ㅤHis life was destined to be eternal, and so was his love for you, despite the fact you weren't by his side anymore.

ㅤAnd as Neuvillette still found small flowers and trinkets left on your grave, he knew he would not be the only one to forever remember about you.

ㅤThe God of Contracts was no stranger to loss and to mourning. He himself had buried more friends than he could count.

ㅤHe had an immortal soul and an unyielding memory. His friends were forever reminders on his everyday life, that he got to walk the places they never had a chance to see.

ㅤEvery time, he caught himself reminiscing about you, about your shared laughter under the bustling night time of Liyue, and the dreams over breakfast.

ㅤAnd how fate took you away from him.

ㅤThe town now seemed to be filled with a haunting silence, even if nothing much had changed. The vendors still called for him to eat and buy their products, he still watched the same plays and stories. But now every corner held a memory, a reminder.

ㅤDays turned to nights, and nights into days, but the pain persisted, insistently. Zhongli found solace in the shadows of the past, where memories of your happiness still lingered like a sweet melody.

ㅤHe never thought of himself as someone to be stuck in time. But your presence and your loss seemed to have made an ever deeper impact on his life than he initially thought.

ㅤAs the years went by, he would still wait for you. With the hope and the heartache that the skies would relent at his incessant prayers and return you to his arms, in another form, in another life, it didn't matter.

ㅤStill, he knew he was not alone. Hu Tao would pat him in the back gently in an almost nudging manner every day, encouraging him to go out again, to rest more. And slowly Zhongli felt like he could gather the shattered pieces of his heart again. Like his wounded soul still had a purpose.

ㅤEven if his body and mind eroded until there was nothing more left of him, he thought that all the memories of you would still be his most cherished treasures.

ㅤAnd so, in the quiet town where love once blossomed and sorrow cast its shadow, Zhongli would learn once more to carry the weight of loss with gentleness. The stars above forever witnesses of his eternal and enduring love for you.

ㅤIn the small shrine he built above your grave, where Zhongli could still feel your presence sometimes, through your pictures and the incense. His heart was finally at peace.

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#genshin impact angst #ayato angst #diluc angst #genshin angst #neuvillette angst #zhongli angst #kaeya angst #genshin impact x reader #ayato x reader #kaeya x reader #zhongli x reader #neuvillette x reader #diluc x reader #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin fanfic #genshin impact #genshin

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thenightwolf51 · 8 months

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"Danny was born a Wayne" AU except he's Bruce's grand uncle. The result of a one time drunken affair, shortly before Kenneth Wayne's death, to a young unmarried woman who gave the baby up for adoption.

(Whether the Fenton's, and therefore Amity, were just ahead of their times or the DC timeline is shifted a bit so that DP happens in its cannon era is up to you. Dealers choice, though now that i know about her i just love badass widowed prohibition leader Laura Elizabeth Wayne)

Danny grows up knowing hes adopted and loved by the Fentons but something (dealer's choice) happens and he loses his family and friends (maybe the whole town goes too?). In an attempt to avoid a Dan situation he flees into the Infinite Realm and doesn't stop.

He just wanders, time passes in its weird Realms way, not that Danny truly notices. A protector spirit thats lossed everything it protected. Its a wonder he doesn't fade and he actually might've if it wasn't for his human side.

But its a tug at his core that brings him from his near catatonic wandering. Gone before he can even understand it but enough to shake him back to himself. Enough to know that hes nowhere near ready to go anywhere familiar so he continues on, his wandering no less pointless but at least he's aware again.

What feels like a relatively short time later he gets another tug, and this time he manages to follow it.

He follows it invisibly through a natural portal that drops him somewhere in New Jersey and all the way to a fancy hospital room in the gloomiest city he's ever seen.

In there he sees his half brother Patrick Wayne, though he wont figure out their connection for a few more years, holding little Agatha. She's adorable in her little dress and pigtails and her sweet face causes that familiar tug he recognizes from what must have been six years ago given the girls age.

Then a nurse comes in and hands a little bundle to what must be the mother (whos name i cant find) and Danny takes one look at the little core tugger who brought him here and just melts. Even without knowing yet that this is his last remaining family, his instincts latch on and he vows to protect and care for the Waynes.

And he does.

He finds his forgetful brother's documents and keeps Aggy company when everyone else is busy and soothes baby Thomas so his poor sister-in-law can get some more sleep. He ices fevers and bruised knees and helps on later games of hide and seek.

He very rarely becomes visible and only to the children. His grief over the Fenton's convinces him its better to protect his new family from the shadows.

Danny explores every inch of the manor, including secret passages and an underground cave system. He claims a forgotten room in the back of the attic as his own, which over the years fill up with knickknacks, heirlooms, and pictures of the family. Even a gift or two from Agatha, who hadn't stopped believing in their shadowy guardian like her brother did when Danny felt they were too old to see him without drawing suspicion.

The manor becomes his haunt and he always knows where each family member is within it. And when any guests have some no good intentions.

And when baby Bruce is born tugging at his core and with the bluest little eyes, he welcomes the fussy little thing. And makes sure dear Martha never knows just how fussy baby Bruce really is, otherwise she might've never had a full nights sleep.

Danny blames himself for not being there when Thomas and Martha die, and promises to never leave Bruces side, practically becoming the boy's living shadow. Watching over him as he gets older, secretly aiding him in his training. Danny feels a bit of pride when Bruce takes some inspiration from the old stories Thomas told him of the shadowy Wayne family protector when creating his Batman identity, glad his nephew still remembers him even if he hasn't shown himself since the now young man was six.

Danny continues to protect and care for the family in a variety of ways over the years even as the family grows.

Lightening Alfred's workload, softening Dick's falls, calming Jason's temper both pre and post pit, hiding Tim's coffee when the boy hasn't slept in far too long, providing plenty of shadows and hiding nooks for Cass, helping Damian hide the litter of kittens he found.

And no one seems to know he's there, except maybe Cass and he's pretty sure Alfred has been know since he first started working for the family. No one knows, that is, until Duke Thomas moves in and lookes right at him watching invisibly from the sidelines.

(@omnicrafts @dcxdpdabbles @hdgnj @ailithnight @nelkcats @im-totally-not-an-alien-2 i dont know, the main point of all this is that Danny's been protecting the Wayne family for decades and no one, except maybe Alfred, knew until Duke moved in)

#dpxdc #danny is a Wayne #danny is the wayne family protector spirit #duke can see ghosts #an alternative of this could be the same background but Danny decides to come in as the preCrisis “Uncle Philip” that initially raised Bruc #if so Agatha would definitely vouch for Danny #there's not much on Agatha Wayne but she seems fun

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