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letterstoyourlove · 2 days

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“Their grief is in proportion to their affection they know their loss to be irreparable”

-Jane Austen’s tombstone, Winchester Cathedral. (Epitaph written written in 1817 for legendary author Jane Austen by her brother James, in which he describes the grief of all who knew her).

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pruskowski6krystle · 13 hours

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#slasher #toesucking #anniversary #great rack #1975 #grief #butterflies #ec poetry #wir sind #shading

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jenjen4280 · 5 hours

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It’s lesbian visibility week. In general, I haven’t been very visible lately on this blog because my Dad died (fuck cancer).

Warning: Long post. TLDR - my Dad was a great Dad and a good man.

Prior to that, I was spending a lot of time with him and Mom, helping as best I could. And afterwards, spending time with Mom getting everything done that needs done.

The Hot Wife has been at home, keep everything going there and providing a lot of love and support.

My Dad was from the Silent Generation (the one before the Boomers). Unlike most people his age, he never stopped learning, growing, and adapting to the changing times. He believed in equity and justice not because he was “woke,” but because it is the right thing to do and he participated in civil rights protests in the 60s.

He taught me how to throw a ball and was always up for a game of catch.

He shared his love of folk music, classical music, science fiction, existentialism, art, and weird cult/art house/foreign films with me.

When I can out, he apologized for the times when he and Mom told me to act more like a girl, while encouraging me to be myself and grow up as a tomboy. He would buy fireworks for me and martial art supplies so my bff and I could terrorize the neighborhood in our ninja suits every summer night and a few other nights too.

He always bought boxes of candy for Mom, Seester, me, and my girlfriend on Valentine’s Day.

He randomly showed up at the Baltimore Gay Pride Festival one year (the year I wore my fav t-shirt that said “let go of my ears, I know what I’m doing”), and for many years after we went to Pride together.

We gossiped about our celebrity crushes together.

He refused to take my Mom shopping at Hobby Lobby and refused to eat at Chick-Fil-A.

He was so happy when I married the Hot Wife and he loved her too.

I didn’t know this until I cleaned out his desk - he had been donating to the Human Rights Campaign Fund for years and he had a few different clippings from magazines and downloads from the internet about how to challenge transphobes.

I didn’t just lose my Dad, we all lost an LGBTQ+ ally, a voting Democrat, and an example of non-toxic masculinity.

Good-by, Dad. Easter pizza dinner won’t be the same without you.

#butch #dyke #wlw #sogay #lesbian #queer #this is love #lgbtq #dealing with grief #grief #fathers and daughters #my dad #gone but not forgotten

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flimythings · 3 days

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kybercrystals94 · 13 hours

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Sounds Like Him

Read on Ao3 here!

Angstpril 2024 | Day 24 | Prompt 24: Ghost of You

Rated: G | Words: 435 | Summary: Wrecker and Crosshair talk about their lost brother. | Character Focus: Wrecker, Crosshair

Wrecker groggily wakes to the sound of sure fingers typing. “Go to sleep, Tech,” he grumbles, turning over in the pull down bunk to face the wall.

The typing stops abruptly. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to wake you.” Crosshair’s voice. Not Tech’s. Never Tech’s.

Tech is dead.

Wrecker rolls to his back, stares at the bunk above him. “Sorry,” he says.

Crosshair makes a scoffing noise. “What for? I woke you up.”

“I thought you were Tech for a second,” Wrecker says. “It just sounded…like he was here. The way you were typing. Haven’t heard typing like that since before.”

Crosshair is quiet for a few moments, and Wrecker isn’t sure he’s going to answer, and then, “Hunter types like a newborn blurrg’s first steps.”

Wrecker barks out a surprised laugh, turning his head to look at his brother. Crosshair smirks back at him.

“I missed you, Cross,” Wrecker says. “A whole lot.” He isn’t sure why he’s suddenly feeling sentimental, but the words need to be said.

He misses Tech. Every day.

But he also missed Crosshair.

Every day.

Crosshair blinks at him, smile dropping. He glances away. “I missed you too.”

Wrecker sits up, ducking his head so he doesn’t hit it on the upper bunk. He leans forward, propping his elbows on his knees. “Did Omega ever tell you about Tech winning a pod race?”

A half shrug and a nod. “A little. No details, but I got the gist of it.”

“You should’ve seen him,” Wrecker says, becoming animated. “He was the craziest racer there.”

Crosshair chuckles. “You sound surprised.”

“Nah,” Wrecker says. “Just proud of him.”

His little brother hums. “I would’ve liked to see that,” Crosshair mumbles, looking down at the data pad gone idle in his lap. He pecks one finger at the screen, igniting it to life, but he doesn’t do anything else with it. “There’s a lot of things I should’ve been here for.”

Wrecker swallows, but only lets his silence agree.

“Maybe,” Crosshair continues once the quiet between them has settled, “you can tell me what happened…with the pod race.”

Wrecker grins so big it hurts. Until this moment, he hadn’t realized how badly he’d wanted to share this story with Crosshair. All the details, even the ones he and Tech and Omega had carefully left out when reporting to Hunter and Echo.

“Well,” Wrecker says, swinging his legs over the side of the bunk. “I’ll have to start at the beginning.”

Crosshair rolls his eyes good-naturedly. “Well, that’s obvious,” he snarks.

And kriff, if he doesn’t sound just like Tech when he says it.

@the-little-moment @just-here-with-my-thoughts, less than a week left of Angstpril! But that also means less than a week until the end of the Bad Batch 😭 I'm not ready!!

And I'm posting this story before the second to last episode airs just in case it ruins me emotionally....eeeeeep!

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#angstpril2024 #Day 24 #Prompt 24 #Ghost of You #the bad batch #star wars #tbb wrecker #tbb crosshair #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #angst #grief #brotherly love #bonding #memories #littlekyberthoughts #fics by kyber

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ftmtbpod · 19 hours

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PODCAST INTRODUCTION: From This Mouth That Bleeds

a retro-mecha cyberpunk sapphic audio drama (coming soon!)

Blurb

"Humanity took to the stars and left us for dead." Lorelei knows the end. Has seen it flicker along the edges of her home, catch fire to everything she's ever known. Has felt it gnaw its way into her bones, watching as the last safety ship glinted starlight in the sky. Lorelei knows the end. And she knows everything after, too. Lieutenant Lorelei Reeves is a first-generation, three-star pilot for the United Forces of the Red Remembrance. She is the only pilot capable enough to helm the UFRR's greatest mystery; Acheilus, an antiquated shark mecha from before The End. It is a time of peace; the bitterness from the Coalition of The Last Frontier's abandonment has long since diluted away in favor of lucrative trade deals from space - goods that could only benefit the UFRR's longevity underseas. It is a good deal, kind, even. Generous. But Lorelei cannot help but taste the tang of deceit between her teeth. The sickly stick of rot amplifies after she spots another shark mecha circling the edges of UFRR's water space. Sleek black and glinting metal - a convincing imitation of the UFRR's mechanics. The problem with this: Lorelei captains the only shark in the entire fleet.

Themes

loss, grief, being homesick for a home that no longer exists, loud-mouthed pilots, and trauma-stricken lesbians.

Snippet

My hands shake. Admiral Thetis was right about one other thing, too. I had been gone for a long time; I'd been gone for months. Months of an endless blue that pervaded my eyes, an infinitum of mouthless words, and moments to think and move as I pleased. I'd rediscovered creatures that hadn’t been seen in years, listened as whales called through, and laughed when other sharks circled Acheilus, trying to communicate. It might have been the closest thing to peace that I've ever felt. Peace does not exist in the lion’s den— a name I've mocked HQ with — instead, the oppressive nature of fear lies thick along the walls of the hull. Fear is every step you take, it is every beating heart, every conspired whisper. It exists within the hollows of my cells, in every ill-intended look cast my way. I am fear and they make me believe it.

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averyblackbooks · 3 days

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“And above all a great shame, not only at being me, but, simply, of being. Shame of living or dying. I will also be ashamed when I die.”

—Alejandra Pizarnik

#quotes #quote #poetry #poem #life #grief #trauma #literature

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secondaryartifacts · 2 days

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John Wick should have been called Keanu Grieves

#grief #Keanu Reeves #John Wick #Keanu Grieves #actor

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mostly-funnytwittertweets · 2 months

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#grief #relatable #twitter #meme #memes #tweets #tweet #funny #lol #humor

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misscrazyfangirl321 · 7 months

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Thinking about... Grieving the undead.

#i speak #this sounds like a vampire or zombie post but it isn't #grief #technically 'grieving the not dead' would be more accurate but i like the sound of undead better

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pimsri · 3 months

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I make art about grief again

#particularly about fear of forgetting a loved one #like their face their voice #fear of time erasing all of that #pimsriart2024 #pimsriart #comic #i guess?#grief

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annakarenina · 7 months

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this comment on a tiktok where theyre crying because their dog isnt gonna live forever slaps

#dont borrow grief from later in life…… thank u doctor #lext #grief

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spiderversegf · 3 months

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grief is so crazy like what if i forget what her laugh sounds like. does she know i loved her. i miss her so much. i catch myself doing things she used to do. i wish i could call her. i miss her so much. i do a crossword puzzle. i cry while washing the dishes. does she know i loved her? my heart feels like a hummingbird. i miss her so much. what if i forget what her laugh sounds like. what if i forget.

#🍜#SCARY!!!!!!!!#grief

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fromdarzaitoleeza · 10 months

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