#Greiving

[traumaxprincess]

you can get this as a STICKER

[satisfiedskye]

i think its about time i made the post I've been meaning to make. i just want it out of the way.

my father passed june 27th. it was sudden, a motorcycle accident that was not his fault in the slightest. my mother was also in the accident, but survived. however, she lost a leg, among having other injuries. she will be in hospitals/rehabilitation for a long time. I'm a disabled person, as you may know as I've talked about my coma in 2022 from autoimmune encephilitis, and my many autoimmune diseases. life is both very hard right now, and has me very anxious. in the future, there will be a gofundme for my mothers needs medically, and insurance wise. my fathers job was our families insurance... and on top of her own medical expenses, I need steroids and insulin and all of my other medication to stay alive and care for her. for now, Im linking my ko-fi, as a way to get any sort of income right now. donations are very VERY appreciated right now. i also sell stickers there, and will be selling more stuff soon, so keep an eye out for posts about new stuff ! thank you very much. please share and reblog this, I'm trying my best to just be.. okay, right now.

[where-is-my-whump]

Outer Banks 4x10

[daniswoso]

If only I could hold you.

Lionesses x Teen!Reader

Warnings: Angst, mentions of death of a family member, comfort, Lionesses team being sweethearts, Loss, death, mourning, grief.

Summary: In which Reader loses her sister and crumbles, but thankfully the girls are there to pick her up.

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You burst into tears when you got the call.

Your sister was gone.

You remember being sat around in your’s and Lj’s shared room at camp when your phone rang out around the empty space, having been at camp for the last few days, taking you away from your sister. The only family you had left.

You picked up, confused at the sight of your sister’s caller ID, then even more confused at the fact it wasn’t her voice.

Then you felt your throat get scratchy and dry, painfully so, your eyes watering, your jaw dropping and your jaw clenching.

“We’re sorry, Miss Y/L/N.” The doctor said.

You didn’t respond, instead going to the hospital to say goodbye.

Your sister had been sick for a while, you knew she would pass soon, but you hoped it wouldn’t be before your first major tournament with the National team.

You didn’t know what to expect when you arrived. But you didn’t expect to see her lay on a table like a slab of meat, sheets covering her body.

That’s when the dam broke, you collapsed into a fit of sobs by your sisters bed, clutching her lifeless hand while you sobbed into her chest.

The once familiar body now felt foreign. Stiff. She was cold and rigid, her lips parted slightly and eyes shut. She was your sister, but she wasn’t the same. She had lost her spark.

You buried your head into her chest, sobbing and mumbling about anything and everything to her, begging her to wake up. You tried to seek out her familiar scent, warm and welcoming only to be met with the cold stench of death that seemed to permanently linger in hospitals.

You stayed like that, begging and begging her to wake up under your breath and praying to whatever God above that this was all just some sick and twisted dream until a doctor told you she needed to be taken to the morgue so she could await cremation.

Somewhere in between the sobs and cries, you called Lucy, desperate for a warm, familiar feeling in a time of such uncertainty and despair.

You stayed curled up by your sisters belongings on the once occupied hospital bed. You stared at a picture of the both of you, the tears falling again as your run your thumb over her face.

The room was no longer lively, filled with your sisters presence, now empty and dark. The sky outside had settled into a vast grey, something you felt was fitting considering the awful occasion.

That’s when Lucy, followed by every other single member of the Lionesses came piling into the room. You turned and all your emotions surged to the surface as you practically fling yourself into the older woman, seeking solace in her embrace.

“Hey, hey, we got ya. We’re not going anywhere.” Lucy soothed, and for a moment you allowed yourself to believe it could be okay.

And maybe it would.

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A/N: sorry for the angst, felt like it lol. english is not my first language! please correct my grammar or spelling in places i’ve missed it.

[mentalnote1]

Can we talk about Grief???

In a few words, in the comment section, describe your most powerful description of grief. Examples below ❤️‍🩹

1. I swept grief in a nice neat pile and one day it busted out and assaulted me.

2. Grief doesn’t want you perusing it. It does what it wants when it wants.

3. Grief isn’t just a neat wound you can dress the healing is in living.

4. Grief reminds us that we once loved.

5. Grief pushed me into education.

6. Grief- I suck at this kind of talk.

7. Grief is cold, callous, and matter of fact.

8. Grief forces you to get a permission slip.

9. Grief hides for a little while, but there it goes again.

10. Grief makes me feel like I’m floating unable to ground myself.

11. Grief- I buried it, ohh but the roots are so deeply attached.

12. I do not deserve to live in this pain.

I long for more understanding because it still hurts. Let talk about it if you're able to. Some pain hurts to bad to talk about.

💔❤️‍🩹💔

[hey-im-okay]

What no one tells you about grief is how one moment you’re okay and the next you’re a rabid animal clawing at the walls, screaming, begging, pleading, to see them just one last time.

No one ever lets you.

[stuiie]

New Story!

The stars had vanished, devoured by a sky so suffocatingly black it seemed as though the cosmos itself had abandoned the very notion of light. The wind, fierce and sorrowful howled like a banshee beyond the windowpanes, its mournful wail drowning out the sound of Wanda’s faltering footsteps as she staggered toward the hollow emptiness of the bed. Greif clung to her like a parasite, burrowing deeper into the marrow of her soul with every tortured step. Not even the numbing haze of alcohol could soften the unbearable agony of living in a world that had lost the only light that made it worth enduring.

“I miss you.” Her voice broke the silence, a fragile confession that hung in the air like shattered glass, fragile and sharp. It echoed off the barren walls, but the room remained still—empty, save for the hollow ache inside her chest.

Then the bed creaked ever so slightly, as if bending beneath an unseen weight, and Wanda froze. Her breath caught as she felt it—the delicate, impossible sensation of your arms slipping around her waist, pulling her close, cradling her in a ghostly embrace. It was too tender, too familiar to be real, but the warmth of the illusion made her heart ache with longing. Tears welled in her eyes, unbidden, carving trails down her cheeks as the memory of your touch flooded her senses with agonizing clarity.

“Wanda, my love,” your voice whispered, the sound so faint, it barely reached her ears, yet it struck her with the force of a blade.

“I can't do this tonight,” she choked out, her voice trembling, fractured by the weight of grief and the acrid sting of vodka still burning on her lips. She squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself to push away the vision, knowing she was only conjuring you out of desperation. But she couldn’t stop. She couldn’t let you go—not tonight, no matter how much it hurt.

“I’m here for you, Wanda,” your voice lingered, soft yet pleading, like it always did when you worried for her. “Let me in. Let me help you.”

A sob caught in her throat. “I can’t. Not tonight,” she murmured, the weight of her sorrow pressing down on her like a crushing tide. “You’re not really here. You’re gone, and I’m still here… alone.”

Her hands trembled as she clutched the edge of the bed, desperate to anchor herself, to keep herself from falling into the abyss. And then she felt it—a featherlight kiss against her shoulder. It was so real, so tender that for a heartbeat, she believed you were there, alive, whole. A sob wrenched free from her chest, the sound strangled as she buried her face into the pillow, her tears soaking into the fabric like ink staining the page of her pain.

“I’m right here,” you whispered, your words bathed in a love that transcended the cruel divide between life and death. But she knew—oh, how agonizingly she knew—that if she dared to turn around, you would disappear, dissolving like mist in the morning light, like every other fleeting dream that left her gasping for you, only to find nothing but cold, empty air.

“I miss you so much,” she gasped, her voice a strangled wisp of the woman she used to be.

“I know,” your reply came, a soft balm against the raw edges of her grief. She could feel your touch—a phantom, yes, but so gentle, so achingly familiar. Your palm pressed against her chest, right where her heart had splintered into a thousand pieces the day you were taken from her.

“Why?” she whimpered. “Why did you leave me here, all alone? To save her?” Her voice cracked with the weight of the unspoken question, the question that had haunted her every waking moment since you were gone: Why wasn’t she enough for you to stay?

“I never wanted to leave you,” you answered, and she could almost feel the warmth of your breath on her skin, that same breath she had felt against her cheek a hundred times before. “But I had to. Knowing that it might bring you back... that you could keep living, Wanda—that was worth everything.”

“But I need you,” she whispered, her voice trembling with a desperation she couldn’t control. “I will never stop needing you.”

“Shh.” Your lips grazed her temple, soft and sweet, a fleeting kiss that spoke louder than words. “I’m here, my love. I won’t let go.”

“Will you stay until morning?” Her plea was barely a whisper, so fragile that it hurt to give it voice.

“You know I can’t,” came your inevitable, heartbreaking reply.

“Lie to me, then,” she begged, clinging to the last thread of the illusion, to the comfort of the lie, even if it shattered her come daylight.

There was a long silence, filled only by the sound of her quiet sobs. And then, in that same tender voice, you whispered, “Sleep, Wanda. I’ll be here when you wake.”

But you never were. She understood you couldn't stay. Each time her mind succumbed to sleep, resetting the exhaustion she barely managed to contain, you vanished without a trace. Occasionally, she could endure days without craving the sound of your voice and the scent of your skin. Yet, two or three nights a week, she allowed herself to indulge in the illusion. It was all she possessed of you, a fractured psyche's futile attempt to resurrect what was lost. However, with each dawn, reality rudely intruded, casting her directionless in a world that felt irreparably broken, a world where breathing was a tiring task, and where loss was her only constant companion.

Read the rest on AO3 or Wattpad.

[legodragonkid]

I’m sorry for not posting but I just got the worse news…my great grandmother just died recently on October 14 this year…I thought I’d let you know that I’m gonna need some time alone…

I thank you for your patience…but I just need a breather…

[classycookiexo]

OMG 💀💀💀

[everyoneseverything444]

[4spooniesupport]

My sister passed away last night. I knew it was coming but I wasn't ready for it. 😭😭

I have been crying since I found out and now I have a migraine due to my fuckin sjogrens disease.

Someone please tell me how tf am I supposed to grieve when I can't allow myself to cry??

[crmsnmth]

Funerals

I've been to a lot of funerals It comes with the lifestyle I've had

I didn't go to your funeral I couldn't bring myself to see you cold and made up and in a wooden box

I regret it I wish I would've come even if it was just to say goodbye and then I could go on my merry way

But that's not what I did I sat in my room in silence a piece of rubber tubing lays on the bed And I look as if I'm dead too

I think about you every day Even though you've been for years I can still hear your laugh I can still feel your hands cupping my face

Like when you made me tell myself that I liked myself.

I've been to a lot of funerals and I should have been at yours.

[starsinmysoul]

oscar

you are old

growing weak with age

your fur is turning grey with every step

with every stretch

with every nap

i can see you fading

i pet you gently

i run my fingers delicately over your bones

i tell you i love you

but my words fall silent on your deaf ears

i think you know regardless

your outstretched paw grabs my hand

claws firm but not malicious

pulling me over

begging for my affection

i oblige, anything for you old man

-i

sleep well eternally oscar, i love you and i miss you already

[red4everrr]

me when i realize that if tsukasa hadnt gotten in the way we couldve had the hananene confession scene

[fcukgrowingup]

So my followers just collectively slip back into 1D or just me? Since Liam’s death, it’s so weird I feel like getting over my inner teen and not just inner child, it’s crazy.

I can’t get it outta my mind…. It just keeps creeping back up like, grieving him is just impossible. He can’t be gone.

and I feel SO guilty for it affecting me this way, like I didn’t KNOW him. But it hurts.

[whumperer-86]

That scene broke my heart, whump at its best even if it was just crying, the acting is perfect

Live surgery room episode 22