#parental death cw

[onlyjaeyun]

every now and then i think about poison!heeyn never once doing anything such as an announcement or making a big decision without consulting it with his mother first. both of them always find themselves at her grave talking to her about things and keeping her up to date about what's happening in their lived. they both also love to take sungmi and younghoon to their grandmother's grave to tell them about what an amazing mother she was and all the things she'd love about them. at one point heeyn gets into a little fight and they decide to spend a few hours seperated from each other to calm down and as heeseung makes his way to his mother's grave, he finds his wife already sitting beside it, crying and telling her about how bad she feels for reacting like that. once he comes to sit next to her, neither one of them says another word, they just hug each other and start talking about his mom, knowing life would be so different yet even more perfect than it slresdy is if only she was with them 🥺

#parental death cw #; poison

[arsonforcharlie]

tfw your dying father who's probably not aware of fuckall does something that's probably not intentional and you go "whoo boy am I gonna retroactively apply meaning and intent to this later"

#parental death cw #bert's dead dad tag #<- i do not plan on posting through this much but this is the tag i will use when i do so you can block it if you like

[magdaclaire]

you ever get waves of rage reading your biological father's obit

#they didn't even MENTION us i have to laugh #he died in 2017 this isn't recent i'm fine and i was at the time anyway bc i hadn't seen him since 2003 but ON THE REAL #his step son and all four of our first cousins are mentioned. me and my siblings? not one damn time #he was shot and my maternal grandmother wanted to bail his shooter out of jail and help him leave the country. #mer rambles #death cw #parental death cw #gun violence cw #gun cw

[lizardsfromspace]

Wild how the desire to humanize athletes and let them talk about the Hardship They've Overcome has evolved into a expectation athletes have something tragic in their past and that they should talk about it, leading to them asking questions like "is it hard playing on Mother's Day when you lost your mother at a young age?" mid-game or the US anchors of the Olympics storming up to athletes who just lost & asking "is this loss harder because your father is dead?" like. Yeah. It probably is worse now that you've reminded them of it for no reason when they're already distraught. Great insight there

#television #sports #death cw #parental death cw

[h-awke-a]

the ‘finding your dead mother’ scene is so weirdly done ingame.. know that i don’t adhere to the frankenstein wife serial killer storyline like leandra is just killed by regular thieves but even so when hawke finds her body he is shouting, weeping, calling her name over and over again in childish denial, eventually makes himself sick with shock

#really think his companions have to pull him away from her #to come back to himself and calm down because he keeps #trying to shake her awake like a child would but.. violently #and she’s dead so there’s no ‘i’m proud of you’ dialogue like #she’s just dead in a deeply mundane and ironic way like #so many people die this way everyday in kirkwall and all she #wanted was to go back she wanted theo to make it happen #and he did #it happened #she has her life back #the perfect life she lived before getting pregnant with him #and now it has killed her in this ordinary and undignified way #ABOUT. #RE:LEANDRA. #parental death cw

[laurenbloomsource]

#newamsterdamedit #NBC New Amsterdam #laurenbloomedit #lauren bloom #vanessa bloom #janet montgomery #Kathryn Prescott #5x08 #new amsterdam spoilers // #New Amsterdam spoilers #parental death cw #death cw

[grislyintentions]

Pick the person Candace least wants to see in the world right now. Write a monologue or a letter to that person~ 

Am'ma

It has been many moon cycles since you set off on your journey into the Eternal Night. Things here in Aaru Village are much changed since the Dendro Archon expressed interest in building closer ties to us children of the Desert.

We no longer have to concern ourselves with going through multiple loopholes to procure books, knowledge is now more readily available to us than ever before. And along with that, more opportunities for trade and merchant visits too.

Aba and I find ourselves busy these days, working with scholars of the Akademiya- some of them his juniors; to build a school of our own here too. Though he will not admit it, there is a twinkle in his eyes when he tells me about his plan to decorate the walls with the tapestry rugs you have made.

As the golden eye of the sun rises, so too does the hope for a better future. If you were able to see all the changes that are happening from the satin skies above, I think you would be happy too. I know you will.

Someday, we will meet again in the valley of stars and I will tell you all about the others. Until then, I will have to take my leave now. Be at ease, Am'ma. Aba and I will be alright.

@roleplay-abiogenesis2

#roleplayabiogenesis2 #[you and your big brain fkhbfkj i am always in awe at the insightful prompts u have] #parental death cw #[candace's mother passed the day she was born. #she does not wish to see her yet not bc she does not love her or bc she isnt grateful. but bc there is still life she has to live]

[apolloadama]

there's an extremely small number of shows still on the air that i used to watch with my mom, who died in 2016, and the end credits scene in the last episode of bob's burgers, one of those shows we used to watch together, absolutely destroyed me. just. so moving and lovely. it perfectly captured how pure that love can be. the affirming way linda is raising louise reminds me in many ways of how my mom raised me. so grateful for this show

#parental death cw #tp #bob's burgers

[pyreshe]

livvys canon event is probably her dad. him trying and doing everything he can to love and protect her, being maybe the only person who truly understands and accommodates her, but fate is unkind and he is taken away from her and that has me so

#large image cw #parental death cw

[bluerosepoetry]

the biggest part of me died with you. maybe that’s why the girl in those photos doesn’t look anything like me.

mom, i’m scared and i miss you so much. i wish you were here to hold my hand and guide me through this hurt and ache and longing. you did this with a child, younger than me.

mom, i could really use some of your special brand of snarky; i never told you, but it always had a way of making me feel better. i think you knew anyways.

mom, i wish i had appreciated you more when you were here. mom, i wish i didn’t close you out and i wish i’d spent more time with you when you came into my room to annoy me; i wish i hadn’t taken it for granted.

taylor swift said “i should have asked you questions, i should have asked you how to be, should have kept every grocery store receipt because every scrap of you would be taken from me” and she was right. i can’t listen to that song without thinking of you and crying in my car.

mom, it was my brother’s seventeenth birthday recently. you should have been there. you keep missing our birthdays. you missed my 21st; you should have been there to hand me my first shot and hold my hair back when i threw up.

mom, you never helped me move into my first apartment. we didn’t go furniture shopping like you always wanted to, even if it wasn’t a college dorm like your dream. i think you’d like what i’ve done with the place, even if you pretended like you didn’t.

mommy, i don’t know how to do this without you. you always told me we would be best friends when i turned 18 and i didn’t believe you, but secretly, i hoped we could be anyway. i’m 22 now and you’ve been gone for 2 years now and it still doesn’t feel real. every part of me aches to hear your laugh again.

mom, i hope you’re proud of me. i’m living every day for you. i carry your memory with me everywhere. i’m growing up for both of us.

-a letter to my dead mother

#inkskinned #poetry #spilled ink #mom grief #grief #loss #my poetry #mothergrief #bluerosepoetry #writers on tumblr #death tw #death cw #parental death cw

[blackcur-rants]

Luz Noceda sat by herself at the bus stop, crying and covered in bruises. She clutched her copy of “To Kill a Mockingbird” close to her chest, raging softly but fiercely at how much the cruel, indifferent bigots depicted in Harper Lee’s prose reminded her so much of all the people who laughed at and hurt her and Mami and how both Atticus and Mami had good, strong names derived from the Roman myths Papa used to read to her. 

(“Don’t cry, Luz” she said to herself, “Don’t cry. You don’t want to give people any more reason to make fun of you”). 

The bus seemed to take forever on that misty, moist afternoon that felt like it was about to rain but never did. The willow trees swayed softly in the wind, and the mist almost made the small town of Gravesfield, Connecticut feel as if it were a magician’s illusion ready to dissipate at the slightest touch. Luz wished the whole world would melt away and reveal something…anything…that was better than this Hell of a world where a bloated TV mogul of the kind Azura would have blasted into cinders in an instant could win huge portions of America over to his side, while Papi was gone from this world. 

Luz began to cry like she had last cried during the week when she was sitting Shiva for Papi. Why was the world so unfair? Why couldn’t Papi have been there to protect and hold her like he did when he was alive? Why would G-d allow any of this to happen?

(Why did the Lord create me as I am?)

Luz’s tears were interrupted by the feeling of a hand upon her shoulder. She cringed a little, scared to see who it was who was touching her. 

As it happened, when Luz looked to her side to see who it was, she saw a tall White woman with an aquiline nose sticking out of a gaunt, angular face. Her blonde hair extended down to her shoulders and smelt of the cornfields and sunflowers Luz had heard existed out in the Midwest, but Luz could tell it was dyed rather than naturally being that way, and her dark brown eyes were piercing but warm. 

“Great book you have there” the stranger said, “I read it for the first time when I was your age”. 

“Was it something the teacher gave you?” Luz asked.

“No” the woman chuckled, “I read it for fun. Same time I was getting really into Twain, King, McDowell, and Fitzgerald. Also Dickens”.

“I’ve heard of Dickens” Luz said, “Dad really loved this book of his called ‘Two Cities’ or something like that”.

“Tale of Two Cities” the woman responded, “Can’t blame him. It’s a really fun one, easily my second fave after the Expectations-Copperfield double team. God those two guys are so in love. Your father had good taste, Luz”.

“Huh?” Luz asked, “How’d you know my name?”

“Sorry” the tall woman said as she stumbled over her words, “I…have a bad habit of guessing people’s names too early. What’s your name?”

“Luz Isabela Noceda” Luz sighed out sadly. 

“That’s a pretty name” the woman said, “Sounds Spanish”.

“Sephardic, actually” Luz chuckled, pleased at the compliment, “My dad was from Puerto Rico while Mami’s parents came here from the Dominican Republic”.

“So I’m assuming your family fled from the Spanish Inquisition in the 1400s just as my ex-boyfriend and his current flame had ancestors who fled from the Tsars and their accursed pogroms in the 1800s” the tall woman said, practically spitting out the words as if she was casting contempt upon both Pope Sixtus IV and Tsar Aleksandr III. 

“Yeah, that’s true” Luz said, “Think they fled with some other families with names like Galante and Toledano and Margalit and de la Vega and Madrigal and Rivera. It’s like we’ve never belonged anywhere”. 

“I sometimes feel that way about myself, to be quite honest” the tall woman responded, “The man who begat me…he was a harsh, cruel man who kept me isolated from my mother and preferred to keep me in a boarding school rather than taking care of me. It was a hard experience, but I eventually escaped from that hellish domicile and I found my true father who loved me for who I was”.

Luz tried once again to hold back tears, and was only stopped from breaking down into uncontrollable sobs when the tall woman put her hand on Luz’s shoulders once again. 

“You miss your own father, don’t you?” the tall woman asked, “He meant a lot to you, didn’t he?”.

“Si” Luz sobbed, “He and Mami are the only people I’ve ever met who understand me. I just feel so…alone…without him. It’s like the entire world is just…trapped in permanent eclipse”.

“Like that one kingdom in the third Azura book” the tall woman said, “I forget what it was called, though. It’s been a while since I read through those tomes and I forget a lot of how they went”.

“Grahanir” Luz said at last, “Grahanir was that kingdom’s name. It was shrouded under the vision of an eternal eclipse by a demonic lord named Roshvar because it wouldn’t give him love and tribute and worship, but Azura put a stop to that when she slew Lord Roshvar in battle and drove his ghost into the wilderness”. 

“Very good, little one” the tall woman said, “You have such a great memory”.

“Only for things I’m super into, though” Luz said, “When I’m not into a subject, it all flows out of my brain like water from a leaky dam”.

“I’m a little like that” the tall woman said, “Ask me about the intricacies of child psychology or the history of the Revolutionary War or cross-dimensional mathematics and I’m practically a super-computer. Ask me to understand why Putin is the way he is and I’m totally lost at sea”. 

Luz chuckled to herself, amused at the soft flippancy of the woman’s tone of voice. 

“Why are you so amazing…and I am not?” Luz asked, “You seem to know so much about the world and how to deal with your problems, and I’m such a loser who can’t do anything right other than edit together clips of ‘Monster Slayer Academia’ and ‘Spirit Devourer’ to rock songs and Broadway show tunes. And you seem to have crossed dimensions in your time”.

“Like I said” the tall woman answered back, “I’m not any more special than anyone else. I’ve never travelled much further than Spain and England in my time, I certainly couldn’t explain every intricacy of modern politics or economics to you even if I tried as hard as I could, and personally, I like to think that everyone in the whole entire world is special in their own way. That includes both me and you, and it’s not just a fancy way of saying that nobody is special, Luz”. 

With that, the tall woman gestured for Luz to kneel upon the ground as she herself did the same.

“Listen Luz” the tall woman said, wiping the tears out of Luz’s eyes, “I know it seems scary. I know it seems like this horror of grief and torment will never end, I know it seems like everything is so hopeless and bleak and the world is a hollow, horrible lie and that G-d has rejected you and left you to flounder, but keep your dream alive. That’s how the strong survive, little one”.

“What do you mean by that?” Luz asked.

“I mean that…” the tall woman answered, “One day, you will found people who are just like you and your parents. You’ll find people who love you as you are, people who won’t look down at you for your oddness or your neurodivergence. You’ll find that there are people who will lay down their lives for you and do anything to protect you from the people who want to hurt you. And the light that is your truest self, it will shine forth out of darkness and will melt away all of the ice that is this grief, and you, my child…will blossom into a new life and the fires of your mind and of your heart will warm and nurture others just as they warmed and nurtured you. And when you finally find true love…”

“Will we dance all night like Azura did with Prince Olivier!?” Luz asked.

“No” the tall woman chuckled, “but you will spread your wings and do a thousand things neither of you have ever done before!”.

Luz smiled again and kept holding onto the tall woman’s hand.

“What you and your true love will do together, however” the tall woman continued, “nothing will come between you, not even the powers of the earth or the stars above. For your love will burn so strong that even the most fearsome monsters of this or any other world will tremble to see it. And you will live together for many years and have strong and happy children who will make their Abuela and the spirit of their Abuelo as proud as you have. And when it is time, you and your love will fall asleep together under the most beautiful tree in the entire world and pass together into the Worlds Beyond, safe in the knowledge that you left behind a better world for those who will come after you”.

With those words having been concluded, Luz leapt into the tall woman’s arms and gave her the type of hug usually reserved solely for Mami and Papi. The tall woman was uncertain how to respond at first, until at last she gave in and wrapped her own arms around Luz’s tiny body as if she was hugging her own father back home in Indiana.

Thirty-five minutes later, the tall woman had carried Luz home in her arms before placing her down when they got home to the Noceda residence and knock knock knocking on the door. Camila had been so happy to see Luz that she and her daughter had hugged each other for five-and-a-half minutes straight before Camila and the tall woman had had a nice, long conversation about how Luz was such a great kid. The three women had tacos for dinner together that evening and discussed Mami’s veterinary work and something about old TV shows and movies before the tall woman had excused herself from the table at the end of the meal, saying that she had to be somewhere else and was just passing through Gravesfield on her way to a conference call in New York City. Luz and Mami were there to wave goodbye to her as she started to walk off into the mist and fog shrouding Gravesfield like a funerary veil. 

“Wait a minute, Señora” Camila Antonia Marchena-Noceda asked the tall woman just as she was about to leave town for other places, “What exactly did you say your name was again?”.

“Hopper” the tall woman said at last, “My name is Doctor Jane Elizabeth Hopper”. 

If the answers that I'm looking for are right before my eyes, gently, please just tell me that they are...

-Hirahara Ayaka

Keep your dream alive,

Dreaming is still how the strong survive

-Howard Ashman

A dream that will need

All the love you can give

Every day of your life

For as long as you live

Climb every mountain

Ford every stream

Follow every rainbow

'Till you find your place

-Richard Rodgers and Oscar Hammerstein II

#The Owl House #Luz Noceda #Camila Noceda #Human realm #prequel fan fiction #The Tall Woman #Long post cw #parental death cw #Manny Noceda #Jewish Luz Noceda #Jewish Noceda’s #Musical references #religious talk cw #mentions of antisemitism cw #Inquisition cw #Pogroms cw

[geminipdf]

the conversation i had today with this girl from uni omg she studies at two courses so i was like wow you’re so busy so do you work as well? and she was like noo i get paid to study so im not working atm my husband has a job tho and i was like what do you mean and she told me that she gets a pension from the state because her dad died and since he was a cop she gets way more money than other people receive in the case of their parent’s death etc and i almost screameddd omg youre telling me that if my dad was a p*liceman id literally only have to prove to the state that im a student and they’d pay me enough for me to not work HELLO?? meanwhile i had to say goodbye to the shit money i was getting and get a job anyway causewhile he lived he wasnt getting paid to assault people on duty? come on now.

#ACABBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBB #I WAS LIKE OH HUH HEH :) GOOD FOR U. #sorry if this is tmi. it was just wild to hear it lol #personal #parental death cw

[humanitysong]

She doesn't know the how's or why's but she doesn't ask unless Vash wants to share for now. She's just seen him fiddling with paper, making things while she'd been working on a report. Still, after awhile she shuffles beside him and sets a similar flower beside the ones he's been making, not sure if it might help or hinder what's going on but wanting to reach out anyway. "Do... you need more paper?" -Meryl

vash does not look at meryl but when she sits down next to him and places the flower in the pile he had already crafted but his fingers do stop their work for just one hesitating moment.

he never had someone to do this with before.

"...it is my mother's birthday" he suddenly says, still focused on his work. he never spoke about her much but he figures he could open up. at least to meryl. "she could not stop the great fall but ...she stayed back to safe as many as she could." vash finally looks at meryl, his smile, though lacking the usual intensity of it, is genuine.

"she would have liked you very much"

unprompted asks ( always accepting ) // @breathofcosmos .

#breathofcosmos #❝ ˡᵉᵗᵗᵉʳ ᵈᵉˡᶦᵛᵉʳʸ ❞╱ ic asks . #death cw #parental death cw

[magdaclaire]

teenage photo of my father that looks so much like my brother i wanna fucking scream, you will be printed and put on my wall

#the way i deal with emotional things is by making them Mine #irremovable from the self and a contribution to the character etc etc #i keep photos of my ex and the portrait i did of him bc even if that relationship hurt me it was still Mine #okay. stardew valley time. goodbye friends #mer rambles #parental death cw #i technically didn't mention that scott's dead in this but. well. he is.

[chimerusprime]

1, 7, 17!

1 - catchiest song

I found this in the summer and it SKYROCKETED up my list to end up at 23! so I think it's the catchiest in my book! its a banger

7 - most streamed month of your top artist (explain if you think/know why)

I know exactly why and it's because of a blorbo song. like 100% the reason they skyrocketed in January was because we were getting new eps of his show in February and I got excited LOL

17 - saddest song

I was between two songs for this one but this one reeeeeeally connected with me personally for this one particular line because it was almost word-for-word (just different gender of parent) the same reaction I had upon getting some news this year

but my personal connection to it aside, the ending of this song is absolutely heartbreaking with the context of what it was written about

#parental death cw #sorry the last one's a downer LMAO but ig you expected that #asks #music recs #anon