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bashfoal · 5 months
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i do not know how to say goodbye
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hclib · 2 months
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HCLIB Tumblr Waves Goodbye
After almost 13 years of blogging about Minneapolis and Hennepin County history on Tumblr, Special Collections staff are calling it quits. We've shared some pretty great stories, images, and discoveries through the years in nearly 2,000 posts!
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First Mailwoman in Minneapolis
John Glanton Photograph Identification Project
Workers of the World Unite
Eloise Butler and Women in Botany
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Photo of a group of kids waving to the milkman, from the Minneapolis Newspaper Photograph Collection in the Hennepin County Library Digital Collections.
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heartofmuse · 21 days
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Every goodbye tastes different. The one we said tonight felt like coals in my throat, so many things unsaid that speak on their own as the heart burns.
e.v.e.
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wordbunch03 · 1 year
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"Stop the time, freeze me here. I don't want to get over them. I don't want my memories fading enough to see them as the breeze when they were the sea."
- wordbunch // I'll eventually forget you. That doesn't mean I want to.
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yourbelgianthings · 4 months
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the adventure zone balance (episode 66) / phoebe bridgers (i know the end) / iain thomas (the light that shines when things end) / welcome to night vale (episode 88- things fall apart) / audre lorde (movement song)
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wordsbyjenpoetry · 3 months
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When you force me to let go of you, I let go of all of you, because I have to protect what is left of my heart.
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bakuhve · 2 years
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saying goodbye to bakugou before leaving on a mission.
giving your long term boyfriend and partner in the hero field a temporary goodbye was never going to be easy. especially when he was just as hesitant to see you off as you were to leave.
“listen, katsuki… i’ll be fine. we’ll text and call every day. trust me, i hate this as much as you do.” you gently placed your hands on either side of his face, feeling the smooth skin of his cheeks underneath your fingertips.
red eyes looked down at you. to a random passerby it would look like he was glaring at you with a gaze full of anger. it was anything but. that look was reserved for you and only you. it was a look full of sincerity, adoration and frustration. eyes that had seen gruesome sights, had seen a countless amount of tragedies but were still able to peer down at you with such an overwhelming amount of love.
his hand lifted to rest atop yours. “i know.. fuck. they coulda sent any hero t’ help with this mission! ‘course it had to be you. always gettin’ the short end of the stick.” his fingers entertwined with yours, bringing your smaller hand to his chest.
you gave him a small smile, squeezing his hand. “no one else has a quirk better suited for this mission than me. i have to do this, kats.” the look that he gave you told you he understood perfectly that this had to be done, he just wasn’t quite ready to accept it.
the distant sound of the subway train could be heard and you huffed a sigh, reluctantly letting go of the blonde’s hand and dropping your hands back to your side. you took a few steps back from him and pat down your shirt — a feeble attempt to discreetly wipe away the sweat that had formed on your palms due to the anxiety.
“(y/n). stay safe, for the love of fuckin’ god, you better stay safe. even if your pride or dignity is on the line, don’t you dare give up. stay strong and fight ‘till the end. got it?” his gaze was hooked onto you, desperately clinging onto the sight of your form. onto the perfume you used on the daily, onto the little fidgets you would do. he would rather die than forget a single thing about you.
you sent him a smirk, playfully rolling your eyes. “oh come on, i’m not like you! pride doesn’t mean everything to me. i wouldn’t die for something as silly as pride or dignity.”
bakugou scoffed at your words while crossing his arms that he toned to perfection over the years. “oh yeah? then tell me, what is it that a person like you would die for? huh?”
your eyes drifted to the side before returning to meet his gaze. slowly, you lifted your arm to point right at him. the train sped past right at that very moment, causing the noise of metal rattling to fill the air and causing the both of your hair to fly freely.
red eyes widened slightly, never once breaking eye contact. before he could speak, a soft laugh left your lips. “just pointing at some dirt in your hair. lemme get it out.”
you stepped towards him, lifting your arm to pick at the imaginary dirt. not even giving you time to react, bakugou circled his arms around your waist and pulled you in for a kiss. a kiss which said a thousand words a second, all of the words the both of you couldn’t get out were said in that very moment. the words left unsaid.
reluctantly, he pulled away and rested his forehead against yours. “come back to me. i don’t care how long it fuckin’ takes, just come back home.”
you pecked his lips once more and stepped away, backing towards the train doors. “i promise i’ll come back to you no matter what. see you later, katsuki.”
bakugou held himself back from sprinting to you, wrapping you in his arms, and bringing you back to your shared house. “better not break that promise or there’ll be hell ta’ pay. see you, (y/n).”
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mikefrawley · 7 months
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Our Lost Dreams
A sad refrain a tearful eye a broken heart a kiss goodbye Our lost dreams were never real leaving us both too empty to feel
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whumpster-dumpster · 1 year
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Whumpee has one last phone call to say goodbye to Caretaker. What can they say in the precious seconds they have left?
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forpsalms · 4 months
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melliabee · 1 month
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Februfluff Day 21: Goodbyes — Steve and Peggy
Their first goodbyes had been quick, rushed. That brief kiss, and then a few words over a staticky radio… a solitary farewell on a bridge… a choked whisper in the sterile silence of a stairwell…
None had been satisfactory. All had been heartbreaking.
So now—now that they were together again, goodbyes were a luxury, a cherished moment in the day, however brief.
“Aw shucks, I’m gonna be late for school!” Junior rolled his eyes in the way only a twelve-year-old boy could. “You’re just dropping me off, Dad, it’s not like you’ll never see each other again.”
Steve looked over his shoulder at his son, and then back down at the wife he’d just been kissing goodbye.
“Somebody sounds impatient,” he said serenely. “Guess he shouldn’t have missed the bus this morning.”
She adjusted his collar unhurriedly, her mouth pursed in amused concentration. “Heaven help us when he learns to drive,” she murmured under her breath. “We’ll never see him except in passing.”
“Daaaad,” Junior protested. “I’m gonna be late!”
“I’m afraid it’s a family failing,” Peggy responded mischievously, much to her son’s confusion, and then kissed her husband goodbye again.
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@monthly-challenge 2024 | Goodbyes
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lightspringrain · 8 months
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Tears in the Sea
Summary: What if Tech didn't make it out of Hemlock's lab. What would his funeral on Pabu look like?
Notes: The story and images where created by me (LightSpringRain) and can also be found on A03. This story was edited by @eclec-tech.
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The cloudless skies betrayed. There was a stillness in the air. A somber tone. There was no one in the streets of Pabu. There was no one on their boats, no one at the beach. There was no one in the pilot seat of the Marauder. There was only an emptiness and the pain of an open wound that filled the air. For today was not a day of joy but of a day of reflection. A day to say one’s final goodbyes. A day to let go of all the grief and begin to learn how to love again.
Tech knew all the calculations and risks probably before any of The Bad Batch set foot on Eriadu. He knew the probabilities of surviving the fall the second he looked down and deeply sighed. He knew even if he were to survive, he would be in enemy territory, gravely wounded and alone. However, none of that mattered. He knew what he had to do in order to save his family.
His plan worked. His family survived but only to be broken up again by a betrayal, long coming. His probabilities and calculations were right. He did survive but only to be captured by Dr. Hemlock. Tech’s body was broken. Too broken to fix even by the doctor. It was the machines that gave him life. A life of pain and torture. A life forced to do unspeakable things and aid in diabolical plans. However, Tech did believe there was a reason he was alive. That reason came when he saw his brothers again.
Although he was tethered to Hemlock’s lab, he was able to aid his brothers. To his delight and fear, everyone he loved was on Mt. Tantiss. Even Phee, who had not given up on the possibility that he was alive. Tech aided his family while still in the lab as they freed the clones and rescued Omega and Crosshair. When they came to get Tech, he had to inform them that he could not go with them...not in the way they wanted him to leave. He was living on borrowed time.
It was Hunter’s worst nightmare. He was so close to having his family together again, but sacrifices had to be made. It was always Tech that made them, but he never second guessed his decisions. It was Tech that asked them to unplug him from Hemlock’s machines. He insisted it would be mercy for him. Mercy to let him have a moment in time where he was certain of peace.
Although their relationship was new and had its growing pains, it felt like the start of a true spark. Tech wanted to navigate it with Phee and see where it would go, but time was cruel. He only had a minute to say his final goodbyes, but he was glad he got to see her again. Glad he got to tell Phee his hopes and realized they shared the same dream. He was glad he got to see his family one last time, knowing they would be safe soon. His purpose as a soldier was done.
It was Crosshair who unplugged Tech - a death that would forever haunt him. Crosshair had heard how Tech stood up to rescue him when all others doubted him. At first he was angry at Tech, for he did not believe he was worth saving. However, now with the consequences in front of him, it would be cruel to deny the meaning of Tech’s sacrifice. Crosshair had to accept his worth to his family after all.
Circumstance gave The Bad Batch the opportunity to bury their brother this time. His body would not be lost in the battlefield, or be kept in a lab to be used as some sort of science experiment. Months after their escape from Tantiss the day came when all preparations were ready. The day felt so heavy even under the cloudless skies. It was time to lay Tech to rest.
His body was no longer being preserved in bacta. Out on the main pier sat his coffin on a stage. It was white like his armor, with a streak of orange running down the middle. There was a little window where one could look at his face. He looked at peace, like he was having a nice dream. Omega wasn’t sure how she felt about this. She wasn’t sure if it made her feel better or worse.
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It was morning and people shuffled as they laid out the tables and chairs all along the beach. Normally Omega was one to help, but instead she was near the shore sticking a stick into the wet sand. She glanced over to the pier where Tech layed and got a sinking feeling in her stomach. It wasn’t as strong as it was before, but it still made her look away quickly.
“Sooo. This is where you've been all morning?” Omega continued to stare at the ground despite Phee’s voice.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” she grumbled as she threw the stick into the water. Omega clutched her knees as the sinking feeling returned. 
“I didn’t expect you to,” Phee said softly. She stood next to Omega for a moment and looked out to the sea then to Tech’s coffin. She deeply sighed and asked, “Mind if I join you?”
Omega gently wordlessly nodded, still refusing to look at Phee. The two sat there for a moment, not speaking at all - Omega lost in thought and Phee continuously staring out to the sea.    
“Phee, have you lost someone before?” Omega finally broke the silence. Phee knew Omega would come around with some space. 
“Certainly, people who were close to me and some who were not.” Omega finally was able to look at Phee with this comment. She searched Phee’s eyes for an answer to an unspoken question.  
“Is there any way to…understand grief?” 
“People might think there are paths on how grief travels but there are no maps to these things. We all grieve differently and grief can take many forms.” Omega again returned to looking at the ground and Phee to the sea. “Can I ask you something?”
“Anything.” 
“Am I a bad person because it doesn’t hurt so much anymore?” Omega asked in a broken voice. Phee took a second to respond. She again looked at Tech’s coffin and looked back to Omega. 
“When we love someone, we put a piece of our souls into theirs and vice versa. When they are ripped away, that piece is also ripped and it creates a deep wound. That wound changes things. It may take a long time to heal, but when it does that person stays with us in a new way. It doesn’t make you a bad person. It just means you are ready to love him freely again.”
Omega broke her lock on Phee’s eyes as she tried to process what Phee had said. Slowly she realized something.  
“I once was sad to be even in the Marauder. It feels different now that Tech is not piloting it, but now it makes me smile to remember all our flying lessons … us practicing the Tech-Turn.” There was a faint smile as Omega recalled the memories. There were still tears building in the corner of her eyes but she felt less guilty about the joy returning to her heart. 
“That is the spirit!” Phee put her hand on Omega’s shoulder. Omega smiled at her. “You are able to appreciate the legacy he left behind. We may have lost him, but that doesn’t mean we aren’t able to love him. It may hurt, but to have lost meant you had to have loved. Grief is love expressed through sadness. To heal from grief is to love freely again.” 
“So…I am not a bad person. I am trying to figure out how to love him again.” There was a relief in Omega’s voice as she came to this realization.  
“Remember all the time he spent with us. Let those memories make you smile again,” Phee said while clutching her chest and looking at Tech’s coffin. 
“Isn’t that right, Brown eyes?” she whispered so low that even she could barely hear it.   
The sun was reaching noon. There was a gentle breeze, and a light buzz. Some of the residents gathered at tables set along the beach. The Bad Batch and Phee were at a table directly in front of the coffin. It was a tradition to have one last meal before sending a loved one off. It was supposed to be as if the deceased was with them at the table. Only positive memories are supposed to be shared. It was painful and slow at first. Omega finally broke the awkwardness with the memory of Tech winning the Riot Race. Soon The Batch were drinking and laughing. They remembered things back when they were cadets, they remembered things when they first adopted Omega and they remembered things from Tech’s last few days. Tech always had a sassiness that never left him. When it was all said and done, they raised their glasses up high and cheered, “To Tech!” 
The coffin was moved onto a small wooden boat. One by one, the Batch came up and spoke a couple of words and left something behind in the boat. Hunter left one of his headbands. Omega, her trooper doll.  Wrecker, some of his favorite fruits. Echo, some of his tools. Crosshair, his reflectors and Phee her golden hair bands. They gathered around the boat and pushed it off. 
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They watched as its sails caught the wind and took it out to sea. They all wore white except for a black sash around their waists. When the boat reached the horizon, they each took off their black sash and let the wind take it away. They were all ripped away and blown over the water. Like tears in the sea, they all dissolved into the water, carrying all their grief and sadness with it. Leaving only a clean white slate behind. 
Over the horizon the boat began to sink. There were reefs below, a whole ecosystem full of life. Slowly the boat pulled itself apart with the weight of the water. The coffin gently sank, landing on the reef where over time it would become a part of it. There Tech layed, in an eternal peaceful slumber. Forever surrounded by life and the sun-filled waters of Pabu. He was born on the sea and he had returned to it. 
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cryptic-queer-cryptid · 5 months
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god, but i understand why my parents’ goodbyes were always so drawn out now. i understand how “see you later” morphs into “take care of yourself”, “be safe”, “text me when you get home.” i understand the let me help you into your coat, here, i’ll walk you to your car, please, stay just one more minute with me. take care of yourself. when i am not there to protect you, please do it for me, fill the space that i should be occupying. be safe. keep yourself alive and breathing because i cannot fathom a world without you. text me when you get home. please let me know you’re alright so i can sleep easy, because we’re all adults and living far apart and losing you suddenly feels like a very real possibility. maybe the time we have together is not so great. let me tie your scarf for you. let me wave goodbye from my driveway. text me when you get home, please.
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yeesiine · 5 months
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The difference between “Hello” and “Goodbye”. Painting by  Fabian Perez.
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aintinacage · 1 month
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Troyella | High School Musical 2 Goodbyes | @monthly-challenge
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poetryatmost · 1 year
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I’ve always been too good at holding on. I’d pull the whole mountain down with me before I let go of the edge.
-Poetry At Most
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