#in memory of | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

igetboredandmakeart · 2 months

Text

Next Benedict 💛💜🖤 🩷🩵🤍

#nex benedict #nonbinary #in memory of #no one is free until we are all free #transgender #trans #lgbtq #lgbtqa #queer #oklahoma #protect trans kids

37 notes · View notes

ethel-stuff · 2 months

Text

OG Twitter post FREE PALESTINE. 🇵🇸

#please free palestine #free palestine #free gava #free rafah #all eyes on rafah #all eyes on palestine #art #digitalart #drawing #just art #just text #palestine #In memory of #Izzy #I hope she rests in peace

37 notes · View notes

palatinewolfsblog · 9 months

Text

Rememberings (for Sinead O'Connor). "They tried to bury me. They didn't know i was a seed." S.O.

#art #watercolor #portrait #sinead o'connor #great singer #hommage #nothing compares 2 u #rememberings #1966 #2023 #goodbye #in memoriam #in memory of #r.i.p.

83 notes · View notes

laurieaconley · 3 months

Text

In memory of Jane.

100 Ghosts: 82/100

#100daydrawing2023 #cemetery #in memory of #laurieaconley

40 notes · View notes

boylerpf · 3 months

Text

Antique Dated 1796 Amethyst Cabochon Georgian Ring

Source - Boylerpf.com

#jewelry #gold #jewellery #antique #boylerpf #antique jewelry #georgian #1790s #18th century #amethyst #amethyst ring #memorial #in memory of #antique ring

32 notes · View notes

anastcie · 1 year

Text

୨୧ 𝅄 sulli lockscreen's

please don't repost 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 or 𝗿𝗲𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴

#sulli lockscreens #sulli wallpaper #sulli layouts #kpop lockscreens #kpop girls #choi jinri #korean actress #soft lockscreens #in memory of #choi sulli

229 notes · View notes

thirstworldproblemss · 1 year

Text

Ficlet: Kindness

Pairing: Din x gn!reader* Fandom: The Mandalorian Words: 645 Rating: Teen ...maybe? Content/Warnings: One (1) very oblique reference to sexual arousal/yearning. *Also: while this fic is technically gender neutral—(I think? let me know if you spot any gendered language that I missed)—it was written with a specific (female) "reader" in mind

Summary: A Mandalorian (ficlet) for Cindy ✨

Notes: This is a short little thing that I wrote for Cindy (@keeper0fthestars) once upon a time in response to a 'who would you ship me with and why?' ask game that was going around. I considered expanding or reworking this before posting, but somehow it doesn't seem fair to take it any further now that C's no longer here to see it… So here it is, exactly as I shared it with her. It's not my best work ever or terribly polished—it was never intended to be anything more than a silly little blurb for a silly little ask game—but it was fun to write, and sharing it with Cindy brought us both joy. In the end, I think that's enough. In the end, I think that was everything.

[ twp’s Masterlist ]

——

Din doesn't quite know what to make of you at first.

You are…. Kind. Consistently and deliberately thoughtful in a way that’s unfamiliar to him. You’re other things too: funny and pretty and smart, and so much braver than he gave you credit for in the beginning. But somehow it’s your kindness that always catches him off-guard. He’s not used to people offering to help him without strings attached or being kind just for the sake of kindness.

He hires you to take care of the kid, and you do, but somehow you wind up taking care of him as well.

When he returns to the ship with a bounty, you’re there to greet him, always checking in to make sure he's okay. The first time it happens, the attention makes him feel uncomfortable—oddly… exposed—and he brushes off your inquiries with a brusque, "I'm fine; save it for the kid,” before ingrained politeness makes him follow up with a soft, "thank you" a few moments later. You smile at him, and he has to look away.

You are kind, always smiling at him or offering him a share of the meal you made for yourself and the kid. He thinks at first that it's the unfamiliarity of being cared for that makes his breath catch. And if his heart beats a little faster when you lay a concerned hand on his arm, it's just the novelty of a gentle, non-threatening touch.

The problem is that it doesn't stop happening.

The warm smiles, the kindness, the gentle touches, the sharing of food and stories and space eventually become routine. But it never stops affecting him. If anything, it gets worse or maybe better. A look from you is enough to leave him flushed, skin prickling under his armor. The smallest interactions make his heart beat fast like he’s chasing down a bounty in full armor. Even just watching you with the kid—loving yet firm in a way that somehow, miraculously works—leaves him breathless, yearning for something he doesn’t fully understand.

You are kind, and he grows greedy for that kindness. Cataloging every smile and touch and glance from you. He hoards them away in his memory like precious treasures, reliving each one alone in his bunk at night and savoring the remembered warmth of your attention. But still he wants more. Can’t help but think of all the different ways you might touch or look upon each other. Dreams of your eyes on him, your hands, your bare skin against his, unstymied by armor or helmet, and wakes hard and aching. Wonders if he could make you ache for him in return.

You are kind.

You are kind, but it feels like more. Like something half-remembered from another life, from before the culvert and the mandalorians and the droid attack. He wants it to be more. He wants that feeling, that life… with you. He thinks sometimes that you might want the same. But you're so thoughtful. So good. So consistently nice to everyone you meet. No matter how long he watches you, he can't tell if he is special to you or just one of many. (Maker, he wants to be special.)

You are kind, and he cannot find the words to tell you how much that means to him, so he gives you the ones he has. He says, “thank you” and “you’re good with the kid” and “let me help you, please” and tries his best to repay a little of that kindness, to give you back some small part of the happiness and peace you bring to him. He hopes he’s managing it. His heart soars like a rising phoenix every time he manages to make you smile.

Maybe someday he'll find the right words and the courage to say them, but for now?

You are kind, and it’s enough.

.

The Beginning.

.

——

Want more to read? [ twp’s Masterlist | Author, Fic & Fanwork Recs ]

——

End Notes & More About Cindy:

Cindy (@keeper0fthestars) passed away on December 25th, 2022—one month ago today. She was a bright light in this fandom, and she was my friend. You can read the announcement posts here & here; and more about her here (w link to her obituary), here (w link to donate in her memory), here (w her eulogy), and here (soliciting t-shirt design ideas to raise money in her memory).

This is probably as close to a memorial post for her as I’ll get, so I guess I better say what I need to say.

...And what can I say about Cindy?

Only a few weeks after she and I first traded shy DMs full of mutually admiring fangirl flailing, she spotted a single panicked post of mine (about not being able to get in touch with my seriously ill husband who I'd sent to the ER alone at the height of the pandemic because there was no one else to watch the kids).

He was ultimately fine, and I honestly don’t even remember why he couldn’t contact me. But what I do remember is that Cindy was one of two people to reach out, and she spent hours chatting with me, distracting me, and keeping me company while I waited to hear from him. I remember she stayed up long past both our bedtimes so that I wouldn’t have to be alone with my worry.

That right there tells you what sort of person Cindy was, and I doubt that story would surprise anyone who knew her.

Cindy was a lot of things: She was smart and wickedly funny. She was humble and so, so very brave. And I think anyone who’s read her amazing stories knows that she possessed both mind-boggling talent and a gloriously debauched imagination. But what always stood out to me was the way she was unfailingly thoughtful, supportive and kind, even in the midst of her own harsh struggles.

It was Cindy's kindness that I thought of when I started to write out some ideas for that long-ago ask game request. And of course I had to chose Din—both because she loved him and because… if anyone needs a little kindness in their life, it’s our favorite tin can space man dad. In typical hot mess™ twp fashion, it quickly got out of hand, morphing into this little ficlet, which then languished, mostly finished, in my drafts for... quite a while.

I finally, belatedly, got around to finishing and sharing it with her months and months (and months ^^') after the fact, in an attempt to cheer her up after yet another round of bad news. By that point it had been so long since the original post that I felt silly and a bit embarrassed even to show it to her. But of course... feelings like that could never survive an encounter with Cindy. Somehow, despite the fact that I was trying to do something nice for her, she was so enthusiastic and effusively grateful that I wound up feeling special too.

Cindy was just... like that.

You know that Maya Angelou quote? The one that ends with, "People will never forget how you made them feel." Well Cindy was a master of that: she had a way of making everyone she talked to feel heard and welcome and supported. She made you feel special.... Because to her, you were. We were. Each and every one of us.

She never stopped saying how much she loved this fandom. How glad she was to have found a refuge in it. How grateful she was for the friendships she made here.

And I will never stop being grateful for my friendship with her.

Rest in peace, my love 💕

#din djarin #the mandalorian #din djarin x reader #gender neutral reader #(kind of?)#fanfic #ficlet #thristworldproblemss #sfw #in memory of #keeper0fthestars #cindy ✨#fluff #it's not spelled out within the fic itself but this is definitely #mutual pining #*my fic

154 notes · View notes

oxideblack · 11 months

Photo

#Blake's 7 #Kerr Avon #Fly above the sky!#in memory of #Paul Darrow #Illustration #art

61 notes · View notes

willcodehtmlforfood · 3 months

Text

In memory of

#uk #in memory of

13 notes · View notes

lifezvictory · 9 months

Text

Eclipse, you were not a good man. You were not a good person in any regard. But, you did care. Even if you could never show it. Solar Flare May they rest in peace.

#sun and moon show #In memory of #Sun and moon show solar flare #rip #quote

22 notes · View notes

ale707 · 1 year

Text

On February 2nd 1979 Sid Vicious passed away 🥀

#nana #ren honjo #sid vicious #sex pistols #ai yazawa #manga #anime #nana osaki #in memory of #1979 #ren #punk #punk rock

126 notes · View notes

myra-mcqueen · 2 years

Text

The Babysitter

Severus Snape had a conundrum.

In the past, an invite to a weekend of conferences at the International Potions Convention in Germany would not have posed any form of problem for him.

But that was the in the past. Not now.

Now, he had an entirely new set of considerations when it came to such travel.

Namely, Harry.

Glancing up from his desk, he glanced across at the almost-seven-year-old boy, who was content to lay in front of the fireplace in his office and draw.

Yes, there was the small matter of his adopted son and whom might take responsibility for the boy in his absence.

Severus’ brow furrowed. Since Harry had come into his care over a year ago, the child had, seemingly, grown very attached to him. And though Severus was loathe to admit it, the feeling was fast becoming mutual.

He and Harry had not spent a night apart in that time. Let alone two.

Yet Severus could go, he knew. It was simply a matter of choosing the most appropriate caregiver.

And therein lay the problem.

Dipping the tip of his quill into the inkwell, the potions master began to write a list of possible contenders.

Albus Dumbledore.

No sooner had he written the name down, he immediately struck a line through it. The old man would talk in nonsensical riddles to the child all weekend and fill him full of sugary treats which would no doubt ruin his teeth.

No.

Severus did not wish to return to find his son had become an unstoppable ball of energy. Or worse, a raving lunatic.

Albus Dumbledore was definitely not an option.

Minerva McGonagall.

Severus sighed. A perfect solution under normal circumstances, but he quickly remembered that the deputy headmistress had left the castle that weekend, to visit family.

Filius Flitwick.

He pondered it for a moment but rapidly ruled it out – Harry was already taller than the charms professor, and knowing the boy’s penchant for finding trouble, it was likely a recipe for disaster.

He didn’t even bother to add Pomona Sprout’s name to the list. Last time he had entrusted Harry to her for less than half a day, the boy had ended up alone in the Forbidden Forrest.

Setting down his quill, he sighed. Perhaps he should ask the boy where he’d like to go?

With a shake of his head, Severus swiftly dismissed the idea. He would only end up having to make not one but two trips to The Burrow, where copious amounts of tea and rock-hard cakes would be forced upon him as he sat surrounded by those snot-nosed Weasley brats. He simply did not have time for such atrocities.

It really was a conundrum – at this rate, the Dark Lord might be a serious contender for the title of babysitter, Severus thought bitterly.

There had to be another choice. Somebody he hadn’t yet thought of.

Who would Harry be happy to stay with? And most importantly, who could he trust?

And then, it dawned on him.

He left early the following morning. He would, of course, travel by floo to the convention, but Severus Snape had never been one for tardiness.

And as he walked back across the ground of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, he cast a glance over his shoulder at the caretaker’s hut.

Albus Dumbledore may have been an eccentric old fool who talked in nonsensical riddles most of the time, but there was one thing he often said which Severus found himself agreeing with.

He would trust Hagrid with his life.

In memory of Robbie Coltrane 1950 – 2022