#Everyone cries

[daniwib]

Those He Left Behind

All Buck wanted was to be with his family, but things weren’t the same after the lawsuit. He was sidelined, buried in chores, still on the outs with the 118, especially Bobby and Eddie. Unwilling to give up on them, Buck kept his head down and did his job.

Until he died, all alone, while his team was out on a call.

Grief and guilt consume them. They should have been there, should have seen the signs— should have *saved* him. But Bobby had let his anger blind him, believing there’d be time to make things right. And Eddie had stayed silent, convinced there’d be a someday. Now, Buck is gone, and they can never make it right.

They weren’t the only ones Buck left behind, however. When a group of Navy SEALs arrives at Buck’s funeral, their presence brings more than just surprise. It brings truths the 118 never saw coming, and more grief than they ever could have imagined.

[Fic is complete and will be updated weekly on Sunday nights, AEST] Pairing: pre-Buddie Chapters / Length: 1 of 5 / 20k total Ratings / Warnings: Mature, Major Character Death

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[fuzzygreenmushrooms]

Nobleflower but Pandora tells Narcissa that she'll be part of the reason that drives Alice mad and Narcissa brushes it off as pandora being weird and saying that her and Alice would be together and mad in love

But pandora saw barty torture Alice for the name of regulus's killer and Alice screaming narcissas name in vain.

Bonus if Alice only utters narcissa's name on repeat at saint Mungo

[innytoes]

Help I can't stop thinking about the Dark Fantasy Fae AU.

There were a lot of things Ray could have never imagined when he married Rose. Moving out of their shabby little apartment into their house after a series of in hindsight rather telling instances of good luck. Their two amazing kids, who were so smart and talented and kind, who seemed to take all the things he loved in their mother and made it their own.

Losing her so young, he'd never imagined that.

And he really couldn't have predicted the four children that landed in their garage through a magical mushroom portal from a fairy realm.

Still, all things considered, Ray thought he was handling things rather well. He did have a very long phone call with Rose's very ancient grandmother, who told him she knew that when he took her name, he'd do the Molina family proud. Abuelita didn't know how much was myth and how much was family legend and how much was real, but the fact that the fae existed was pretty hard to question after the whole magic portal thing.

He stopped overwatering the plants overnight.

Now, the hardest part was helping the kids adjust to modern day life. Reggie was the easiest, considering he'd only lost about twenty-five years. He was a sweet boy, though a little jumpy at times. Alex was from the 1920s and while he still struggled a little with modern slang, he mostly seemed very grateful at the strides that had been made by the queer community, that allowed him to be who he was and love openly.

Luke was a bit trickier. He was distraught at losing his family, of course. He seemed to take to some aspects of modern times like a fish to water - the first time Julie showed him an electric guitar, Luke looked like he was having a religious experience. But Ray had had to pull him out of the road several times already to make sure he didn't get run over by a car, and then there had been the whole Tinfoil In The Microwave experience.

Willie was the trickiest. Ray had no idea how long he'd been in the fairy realm, given that he'd been switched out with a changeling at birth. But he had no real concept of how the human world worked, save for what he'd picked up from the other three boys. But some days, he seemed more fae than human, confused that Carlos couldn't just levitate to grab something off the top shelf, or that other people couldn't teleport short distances.

Which was what made this conversation so difficult.

"Fix, please," Willie had announced, before carefully settling a dead bird on the dining room table next to Ray's laptop.

The dad part of Ray's brain was already making a list of what needed to happen - get Willie to wash his hands, thoroughly clean the table- when the rest of his mind caught up with the request.

"She flew into a window," Willie said sadly, gently stroking the feathery head, and Ray felt a pang. This was going to be a very difficult conversation. One he remembers vividly having with Carlos when he was four (it had been a torn ladybug) and Julie when she was five (when Flynn's grandmother passed away).

"I- I'm afraid I can't do that," he said.

Willie's face twisted into a confused pout. "But I said please," he pointed out. They'd been working on... well, not so much manners as human mannerisms.

"Yes, and that was very polite," Ray said slowly, trying to figure out how to formulate this without being too harsh. "But I am unable to fix a dead robin."

"Please? I'll do all the cooking and the dishes for a whole..." Willie's face screwed up. Time was another thing they were working on. The entire concept of it seemed to upset him. "Year?"

"Willie," Ray said, gently herding him to sit down. "It's not that I don't want to help the bird. This isn't a deal you can trade for. There is nothing left for me to do to help the bird. Humans cannot fix death."

"Death?" Willie echoed, his voice small and uncertain. Ray nodded sympathetically.

"I'm sorry, there's no fixing the bird," he said slowly. "When something is dead, it cannot be brought back."

"No!" Willie wailed, distraught. "She just made a mistake! It's not fair!"

"Oh, mijo, I know it's not," Ray soothed, pulling him into a hug. "Death often doesn't seem fair." He let Willie cry, rocking him slightly. The sound summoned Alex, who took over, pulling Willie into a hug until they were sprawled on the floor, Willie curled up in his lap.

Ray tried not to focus on the dead bird on the table. He wanted to get it out of the house as soon as possible, but right now, Willie's feelings were more important.

"We can hold a funeral for her," he promised. "Bury her in the garden. That way, she can become one with the earth again, and help the plants grow." He thought that idea might make Willie feel a little better. The boy looked at him with big, not-entirely-human eyes, his lower lip trembling.

"It's the circle of life," Alex agreed. "Remember, like that song from the movie Julie and Flynn showed us."

"A funeral means burying her in the garden?" Willie asked, looking between them.

"A funeral is a ceremony to honour someone's life and say goodbye," Ray explained. Willie understood ceremonies, at least. "We can say a few words, and then bury her."

"Luke can sing a song," Alex said. "Birds like songs, right?"

Willie nodded, sniffling.

Ray squeezed his knee, and stood up. "I'll go get a nice box to bury her in." That seemed to upset Willie, and he shook his head fiercely.

"No dark rooms!" he insisted.

"How about some nice soft paper towels?" Alex suggested quickly. He also looked a bit nauseated at the thought of a dark room. Sometimes, Ray thought he'd never get to the end of the horrors those boys had gone through. He nodded, and went to get some gloves and a whole roll of paper towels.

Alex and Willie stayed on the floor, Alex gently rocking them back and forth while Willie ran his fingers through his long hair. "You're not allowed to be dead," Willie told Alex seriously. "I can't fix you."

"I'll do my best not to die," Alex promised. "I'm never going to leave you."

"If you do die, you have to come back as a ghost," Willie insisted. "No burying in the garden. We will be ghosts together. Like in Carlos' videos."

Alex smiled softly, and Ray tried not to tear up at the all-encompassing love and tenderness he saw in the boy's face, so young yet old and wise beyond his age. "Yeah, okay."

[cigaretteandcandle]

[cryptidmickle]

shadow milk finding pv when he was healer cookie is so interesting to me, and full of drama

[nyankocatnyan]

夜の祝福あれ

[lotus-pear]

ace detective more like ace DEFECTIVE

[armysethos]

Oh to be held lovingly by your giant fish husband <3

[the---hermit]

here's a link to the free pfd of Ur-Fascism by Umberto Eco. It's a 10 pages long essay in which the author talks about his own experience with fascism and then tries to list the 14 elements that make up fascism in all its historical forms.

[ewwww-what]

You are not a coward. You have a goddamn medical condition, alright?

[aroace-madness]

Batkids calling Bruce "mom" when he's being Batman

They started doing it to mess with Bruce and the other rouges at first but then it spiraled

They still call him B of course but also call him a various versions of the word mom

Dick calls him mom, mamă, mother dearest (when he wants something)

Jason used to call him mom alot when he was still Robin but stopped after his ressurection, after he reconciles with Bruce he calls him mom sometimes to mess with him and to have the joy of confusing his goons

Tim calls him mostly B but will call him mom every once in a while when he's tired enough

Barbara doesn't call him mom, for obvious reasons but will jokingly call him a mama bat when he's being overprotective of any of his kids

Stephanie, like Tim mostly calls him B but will call him mother when she wants something from him or is sassing him

Cass mostly calls him mama, sometimes mom or Mǔqīn and very rarely mother

Damian variates in calling him father, baba and mother after some convincing from his siblings

Duke, like Barbara, doesn't call him mom or any variation of the word but will use that title against others like "stop that or i'm telling your mom" type of thing

Bruce will never admit it but being called mom by his kids give him immense joy for no apparent reason, he knows that they started doing it as a way of messing with him but he will take whatever he can get

All the rouges, police officers and every civilain is confused about the way the batkids adress Batman because in their eyes? Batman is a man, or maybe he's not? The youngest Robin does call him father. Or maybe Batman is a being beyond gender? They will never know

[tyrannosarahsrex8]

He’s Just Like This.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Why are you running?

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[rainy-xp]

Im gonna pst this here separately just because I can-

But this is the original post!

[sunsetdeathcity]

something ive noticed is that you dont pick a favorite dungeon lord. one of them picks you and youre just stuck forever and will constantly have them on your mind and itll make you so unbelievably sad

[starstruckodysseys]

i know i sound like a broken record at this point but god i love liv so much