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mosevelsor · 1 month
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The Night Where You No Longer Live
BY MEGHAN O'ROURKE
Was it like lifting a veil
And was the grass treacherous, the green grass
Did you think of your own mother
Was it like a virus
Did the software flicker
And was this the beginning
Was it like that
Was there gas station food
and was it a long trip
And is there sun there
or drones
or punishment
or growth
Was it a blackout
And did you still create me
And what was I like on the first day of my life
Were we two from the start
And was our time an entrance
or an ending
Did we stand in the heated room
Did we look at the painting
Did the snow appear cold
Were our feet red with it, with the wet snow
And then what were our names
Did you love me or did I misunderstand
Is it terrible
Do you intend to come back
Do you hear the world’s keening
Will you stay the night
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eldritchamy · 1 year
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A Eulogy for My Father. Fuck Cancer.
I made this tribute post for my dad’s Facebook tonight:
We said goodbye to Norman on Friday.
After a long, hard battle with Stage 4 pancreatic cancer, the never ending string of ups and downs slowly began to slide into more and more bad days. More time in the hospital. He was given a terminal diagnosis in September 2021. They wanted to move him into hospice on the spot. He went home. And his children rallied behind him. And together they gave Norman FIFTEEN MONTHS of life.
Throughout that time he maintained a strong face to everyone who asked. That's just how he was. Always the strong one. Not for the sake of strength alone, but because he wanted to be the provider. The one who cared, FIERCELY, relentlessly, unwaveringly, for everyone who mattered to him, especially those he considered family. Especially his children, whom he loved more than anything in the world. His greatest pride, every day of his life.
There is no need to shatter that image of strength now, because there is nothing to shatter. All of that strength was real. Everyone who had the honor of being close with him knew it.
The words I will always associate with my father are "Pride to Provide". He was proud of his strength because it was the tool he used to care for others. To help them move, or renovate a house, or stand up for them.
There were many times he felt loud and angry. It took far too long to appreciate that he was NEVER angry AT you. He was angry FOR you. Angry on your behalf. If he thought for a second that you were hiding yourself away from the world, or denying yourself something good that he knew you deserved, or too afraid to share your talents with the world, he would always always always be ready to fight. And when he felt like the person most holding you back was yourself, he would still fight. But he would never fight you. He was always ready to fight for you.
He was always in our corner. A man so fiercely devoted to his family and loved ones that he would drop whatever he was doing in a second to help them or do something nice for them, just because he had that strength to share. Always offer to drive us anywhere we needed, simply to do something nice and spend the time with us.
He was a very proud man. So, so proud of being able to do things for the people he loved. Proud that he had the strength to do so.
Towards the end, Norman tried to hide much of his illness. He wanted to keep that strong face. Keep people from seeing his pain. Keep people from mistaking him for weak. He wanted people to remember him as a pillar of strength. Remembered for the strength he had his whole life.
He was our hero. But not our Hercules or Achilles. He was Atlas, carrying our whole world on his back.
Remember this about Norman: he loved HARD, and his strength NEVER wavered. Even in the times he felt weak, all we saw was a man given a terminal diagnosis fifteen months ago who never stopped fighting. Who took on the hardest battle anyone can ever fight, and came so, so, so close to winning it.
We believed he was coming home on Thursday. All the doctors and nurses were trying to make sure we had the resources at home to care for him. He was on the road to recovery once again.
On Wednesday night something in his body crashed. By 4 in the morning on Thursday he went into cardiac arrest and was moved to the ICU. Extremely critical condition. Very, very, very low chance of survival.
His children, who had been with him for every step of the fight, had to make the difficult decision to put him on DNR: Do Not Resuscitate. We did everything we could for him, every day, through this whole battle. And by then the last thing we could do for him was to let him rest. His body had had enough, and just couldn't take any more. To have prolonged his suffering any more would have been hurting him more than helping.
On Friday morning, we got to spend one beautiful hour of lucidity with him in the ICU. Just his children, all to ourselves, while his sedation was lowered enough for him to see us, and hear us, and respond to us. Though he could not speak, we know he heard us, and cried as we told him all the things he deserved to hear so much sooner. How much we saw and appreciated all the fighting he did for us. How much we knew that even though he wasn't always good at saying it, we knew acts of service, that Pride to Provide, were how he showed he cared.
And he cared so fucking hard. Like everything he did in his life, he put his whole heart into it. Put all his strength into it, and gave every ounce of it he had.
The DNR was never needed.
The breathing tube came out at 3:10pm on Friday. A few family members made it in to see him and say their goodbyes. His children were the first to arrive and always planned on being the last to leave. We were determined to live up to our promise, to see this fight through to the end.
Norman didn't want it that way. It became a battle of wills. Our determination to be there til the end, and his refusal to let us watch him die. He didn't want to give us the OPTION of seeing him as weak. He was too strong and too proud, and he wanted to go out on his terms. And he did.
We imagine everything that made him who he was was gone by about 5pm on Friday. We stayed with him and spoke to him and cried with him all night, just trying to savor the last time we would ever spend with our father. But his strength just wouldn't give in. His stamina would never give out.
With absolutely nothing in his body for days on end, and no ventilator after being extremely critical in the ICU, his stamina STILL outlasted ours. In one last battle of wills, Norman wanted to go out on his terms. As a winner.
We never stood a chance. We were forced to return to a too-quiet home after almost 24 hours in the hospital, never leaving his side.
He was still going for 24 more hours. He went 43.5 hours off the ventilator. And went out exactly as he wanted to be remembered, so remember him like that. As a winner.
He just had to win one last fight before he was done. He never had it in him to give up a day in his life.  He was an absolute TITAN of strength, in body and will, an unbreakable champion in the face of one of the worst diagnoses a person can get.
It was a long and terrible battle, and we will NEVER forget the strength he showed on the battlefield. We are so, SO proud of him, and we will miss him so much more than we can say.
Fifteen months. And 43.5 hours. Never forget that about him. He was a fighter, he was a winner, and he had a heart that just didn't know how to stop.
Well fought, Champion. May you rest as well as you loved. It was an honor to have had our lives shaped by knowing and loving you.
9/8/1960 - 1/8/2023 -Norman's Family
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hollowshadowwolf · 3 months
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miss you so much papa leo, but at least now i can get a hug from you when i need it.
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dartty · 7 months
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My dad passed away suddenly
I’m sorry dad, I miss you, I miss you so much.
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I think I woke up and felt like causing chaos, because I have another name related theory.
After yesterday’s name related chaos, I did some googling and ended up on Taron’s Wikipedia page. I noticed that his name is listed as Taron Egerton, not Taron David Egerton. Okay and this is me going on a limb here, I think he dropped the David. Why else would it be cut out of his Wikipedia page? Wiki pages always have a person’s full name, so why take it off? Is he suddenly being private about his last name? I kinda doubt it.
I think he dropped it.
Complicated relationship indeed.
God, you really woke up and chose violence, didn't you?
GOOD
DO IT MORE OFTEN
BECAUSE (if this is true—but why wouldn't it be, if there was such a plain change?) THIS IS TEA, MY FRIEND
WHAT THE FUCK
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inktho · 2 months
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tentacle whiskey?
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willowser · 6 months
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katsuki wakes up to little fingers walking up the curve of his bicep.
his son is sitting there at the head of the bed, right next to him, waiting, and when katsuki opens one bleary eye to peek up at him, the little boy very casually says,
"hey, dad."
it's the middle of the day. katsuki's been on night patrol for the past week and it's, unfortunately, starting to finally catch up to him; through the first few days, he was able to keep constant with you and your son's schedule, even if he was exhausted, but he'd hit the couch the minute he'd come inside this morning and, truthfully, he doesn't remember getting up for the bed at all.
when katsuki gives a little grunt of acknowledgement, the little boy continues, scooching close enough that his knees are pressed against his dad's arm. "um, can i play that jumping game on your phone?"
even half-asleep, katsuki snorts. there's a small puddle of drool that's gathered on the pillow under his head, and he frowns, stretching out his arms before rolling onto his back. "not right now."
the little boy lets out a heavy sigh, as if the answer has greatly disappointed him, but he says, "okay."
katsuki nearly falls back to sleep—even though his son scoots closer, until they're touching again—but he raises his head at the soft sound of your voice.
"hey, c'mon," you murmur from the foot of the bed, holding out your arms even if the little boy is too big to be babied anymore. "let daddy sleep, come sit with me while i wait for your stinky clothes to finish washing."
you're pretty, katsuki thinks, taking a long look at the jeans hugging your hips, how the color of your shirt compliments your skin, and he cements it to the forefront of his mind as he drops his head back down. it's easier to relax like this: thinking of you, gentle and safe inside your home.
but the little boy at his side whines, grouchy enough that katsuki peeks one eye at him again. "no," he grumbles, scooting into the crevice of his dad's armpit when you reach a little further for him. "i wanna take a nap, too."
you let out a little sigh. "oh, you do? little boy, you never want to take a nap."
"yes i do!"
"hey," katsuki croaks, frowning at his son for the arguing—and the boy knows it; he shuts his lips, casting you a quick look before laying back, head resting on katsuki's shoulder. "'s'fine," he tells you, shaking his head when you pout at him apologetically. "he says he's gonna nap, he's gonna nap."
your son nods, the soft of his hair ruffling against katsuki's nose. "mommy can nap, too."
"yeah," katsuki pats the bed through his yawn, dropping his head back one final time, as his eyes shut. "can nap, too."
"mommy has things to do," you press a kiss to katsuki's forehead, and then lean over to press another onto your son. "but you gotta sleep, okay? no goofing around."
katsuki feels the nudge of his son's nose as he turns his head into him, hair tickling him again as he nods—and for a while, he's still, quiet enough that katsuki can mostly fall back to sleep.
but after a few minutes, he can hear the soft sounds of his lips moving as he talks to himself, whispers little stories katsuki knows you've told him before, and he even lightly touches his fingers to the scar beneath katsuki's eye; poking at the ones on his shoulders; the edge of the one on his chest, peeking up over the blanket.
the little boy doesn't sleep, and katsuki doesn't either, really, but—he doesn't mind too much.
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teracia · 1 year
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Done dad. I guess you really never wanted me in your life. You just wanted another cookie cutter long hair cis straight daughter with a husband and 1.5 kids. I went through all that religious bullshit to finally figure out what I like and who I am and it’s not good enough. You think all my issues in life are related to me being gay and how I look. I’m too fucking in your face. Not ‘normal’ right? How did you seriously tell me the issues I’m having right now with my job is SERIOUSLY RELATED TO HOW I LOOK!!!! I haven’t worked in 2 months bc I’m passing out and having dizzy spells. I’m waiting for short term disability to finish processing and dong instacart to survive. But apparently all my issues stem from how I look. Doesn’t matter that I’ve NEVER HAD ISSUES AT ANY JOB RELATED TO HOW I present, or look, or anything to do with me being gay. It’s been homophobic GUESTS AND VISITORS NOT COWORKERS. I’m done. I wouldn’t take this treatment from strangers let alone family. You either accept the full me or you get none, and you can also choke on me. I am who I am.
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yendts · 8 days
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i just know that post tartarus nap hit hard
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hacked-by-jake · 4 months
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crybaby-bkg · 7 months
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cw: babies!!!! you’re also referred to as “ma” once
okay but like,,,,,first time dad Bakugou giving his baby their first bath after coming home!!! you’re fluttering around the kitchen, trying to make sure you have your daughters towel ready, her baby safe soap, a tiny washcloth, that her teeny tiny pajamas are in the dryer.
it’s only when you take a second to ask Bakugou something do you finally just—pause. your gaze instantly softens, a lovesick smile inching on your face as you watch your big buff pro hero husband hunch over the kitchen sink.
your daughter is resting in the baby bath seat, lilac colored and reclined back. she squirms when Bakugou lets the warm water run over her naked, fat little belly. her face scrunches at the new sensation, fists balling up against her chest. he coos at her, gentle,
“I know, ya little princess. Feels weird on ya, doesn’t it?” he asks her, voice so small under the running water. he cups his hand, holds a handful of water, tilts her fat cheek up to let it slide in her neck rolls that always smell like milk. she whines at that, sniffles and hiccups before she cries. you go to take a step forward, to console her, but Bakugou is so patient.
“It’s alright,” he kisses her tears away. “Daddy’s just tryna help you.” he runs the water all over her body, and paired with his softly spoken words, does she finally quiet after a few seconds. her little body trembles with the aftermath, pouty lips puffy and he can’t help but smooth his hand over the softness of her face.
“Yer a crybaby, just like your ma.” he whispers to her, grinning when that breaks you out of your stupor to smack him on the shoulder. you both laugh at that, and you finally feel the peace that is your little family. you lean against Bakugou’s shoulder, pressing a kiss to his jaw before looking at your daughter again.
“You’re gonna be a great dad,” you mumble into his skin. he doesn’t say anything, but you can feel his shuddering breath, and the calmness that blankets the rest of your house.
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r0b0t1me · 1 year
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he should get to be a dad i think
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keepin-it-on-the-d-l · 8 months
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It’s Glenn’s screensaver
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buglaur · 2 years
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floating head in cas mod!
i made a piece of cc that hides the body in cas for ease of making transparent head icons and other such edits. it doesn’t delete the body permanently, it just acts as an invisible bodysuit that can be removed when you’re done
found in the outfits category
teen to elder / both frames
doesn’t remove the feet so you can still access the body menu
⚠️ when you’re finished with it, click on the sims shoes/feet, you can then access the outfit category from there to remove it!
gif preview under cut
download at simfileshare (free no ads)
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GOD i hope it works, i didn’t ask for any testers. it should though!! just please lmk if you find issues ❤️❤️❤️
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kitamars · 1 year
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ante up
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willowser · 6 months
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when all might gets older and is in the hospital, katsuki vists him multiple times a week and shows him pictures and videos of your daughter, and toshinori has on his little glasses and has to lean his head back a certain way to see katsuki's phone, and it doesn't matter if it's just a short video of her doing a cartwheel, he's smiling so big and saying "oh, my! look at her!"
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