#Dear Memory

[smokefalls]

… grief and memory are related. That memory, trying to remember, is also an act of grieving.

Victoria Chang, Dear Memory: Letters on Writing, Silence, and Grief

[dk-thrive]

For me, writing felt like an act of identity-making. Each word, a clavicle, a femur, each sentence, an organ.

— Victoria Chang, Dear Memory: Letters on Writing, Silence, and Grief (Milkweed Editions, October 21, 2021)

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

genuinely is my brain erasing itself or is google/tumblr censoring that post about notre dame and old growth forests.

[noxcheshire]

I am sick, dizzy, and can barely think but you know what would be WILD?

If the DC universe was an echo of Danny’s world. What if the continents of their planet shifted enough where Amity is now in New Jersey and had then become Gotham.

And when Danny died underneath the portal a part of his death fractured and imprinted itself into those various worlds. One of them being Gotham, where Danny’s home ironically used to be where Wayne Manor used to be.

So just imagine it, you’re coming back from patrol, grimy, sweaty, and with questionable intentions by dressing as an overgrown bat when suddenly the lights dim. It dims and brings darkness, only enough light to catch the beady marble eyes of the bats you fear.

And then electricity jumps in the middle of the room, flinging itself around like an agitated snake in wide open circles.

Everyone is backing away, some weary, some cursing, some just half way out of their own suit.

And then a child — barely as old as your youngest now, flickers to life before you, screaming and screaming, wailing in pain as the scent of burning flesh mingles into the air. You can see the boy, black hair and blue eyes that underneath the bright light that burns them is causing black to turn white, and blue to turn green.

The electricity crackles and when the boy is about the drop, limp, certainly lifeless, he vanishes as if nothing had ever been there.

But he comes back, he always comes back, in the moment of calm and in the moment of despair, echoing that painful wailing of death.

It’s so wrong.

It’s very, very wrong.

It didn’t even matter anymore why the boy showed up, only that this moment of pain continues to haunt the cave of heroes.

Continuously haunting, even as some whispered apologizes when the boy appeared. Continuously haunting, even as some provided songs of comfort when the boy appeared. Continuously haunting, even as stories of Gotham are told and promises (though uncertain and flimsy at best) are spoken to the wailing boy who always drops fast and disappears just as quickly.

Always, it was the same.

Until one day it wasn’t.

The electricity crackled like it always did. A spark, and then a calamity of light. And the boy would be there, uncurling himself into a tense position as he would wail.

But not this time.

Instead the boy curled himself in the air, calm as can be, almost as if he were sleeping. Even the electricity that they have learned to dance away from was calm, gentle, like ocean waves.

And when the electricity vanished, the boy did not, instead dropping to the floor where Dick was quick to catch him, grunting in preparation of weight only to show alarm at how thin the boy truly was.

On that face that has haunted them all for months is just a boy, sleeping, and scarred. A boy breathing very slow, slower than what they would like, but here in the physical realm with them.

Dick brushed back bangs of black hair, and slowly, ever so slowly, glazed blue eyes stared back.

[bigfatbreak]

dad villain au: did emilie just. not consider at all that adrien was literally dying at the time. wow

she's in the habit of deciding when Adrien's suffering is acceptable, and if it is, she'll just fix it later.

[generallyjl]

truly a game changer episode of all time

[kimtaegis]

Destination: your heart Estimated Time of Arrival: whenever you need him ➤ for @jung-koook ♡

[kinatao]

Hi I'm back on my idol franchise theory bullshit except this time I have now expanded it into literally just music franchises. I'd like to think my assignments on this after research and confirmation from over 10 friends also in the franchises is right.

Doing this also made me realize we need a fucked up unhinged female music media franchise NOW. please.

[otaku553]

I am going to be So Insufferable about this man in 2 days.

[strategicjazzhands]

[poliodeuces]

stairway to heaven

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edit: i don't know if it's just from my phone, or it's tumblr compression, but this looks unfortunately so so blurry. better quality on my twitter 💥

[smokefalls]

More and more, I think writing is not a choice but an act of patience. An act of listening to silence, into silence.

Victoria Chang, Dear Memory: Letters on Writing, Silence, and Grief

[criticalspell]

chain of memories

[mangopike]

(william afton voice) i always come back

[dear-photograph]

Dear Photograph, Buddy’s sunbeam still comes by now and then, but he’s not here to greet it. It looks very empty without him dozing peacefully in its warmth. I am empty without him, too. Maybe one day there will be another dog to enjoy Buddy’s sunbeam, but there will never be another Buddy. - Jennifer

[therealsidewalk09]

Eddie Trauma Contribution

Dw guys he’s juet a picky eater ☺️

..Maybe.

..Probably.

..Hopefully.

Poor guy :((