#and remembering death anniversaries

[renlyslittlerose]

Today I found out that a good friend of mine from work passed away suddenly.

He was a cool dude. Really cool, in fact. I remember going for lunch with him just after I'd been employed, and he said that he was going to leave the military if Canada re-elected the Conservative government (we elected the Liberals the next year). It was in that moment that I knew he was a good guy.

He was really into Star Wars. He had a Viper droid model about his desk, and every Christmas he wore a Star Wars themed Christmas sweater around the office. He also had other action figures tucked away in a display case in his office, from various fandoms. They stripped away some of the tough, disciplined military veneer he wore so well.

I'd often poke my head into his office to chat. He'd tease me about something, I'd tease him back, and then we'd inevitably start talking video games. He'd been doing a replay of Baldur's Gate 3. I think he was playing as a Warlock, and had just made it to Act 3. He also had a game he was playing through with his daughter. She had a penchant for playing as a maniac, which meant that the Grove never survived their first playthrough.

As I said, he had a daughter. I saw her back in April. She was nine? Ten? But I'll always remember her as a tiny baby, asleep on her dad's shoulder as he photocopied reports.

The last conversation we had was over an incident at work involving radioactive material (don't worry, its all good). We were joking about what kind of superpowers we'd like if we were exposed to too much radiation, like Spiderman was when he was bitten by the spider.

I'm gonna miss him.

[shower-phantom-ideas]

Bruh emotional support ghost kid? Well thats what they are calling him

Suicide cases in gothem are about to fucking plummet boiz cause this one weird blue eyes, black haired boy is now heading to your location.

How does he know where to be? Having a bad day and are all alone? No the fuck your not cause don’t turn around now but theres some shiny blue eyes coming at you from that dark ally. Oh shit hes here to drop some information about you and your lost loved ones that he should know. Oh god the closure. How could you have been afraid on this sweet, creepy, boy who just helped you find your way.

Meanwhile Danny is chillin in Gothem cause the GIW hate it there (none of they equipment actually functions in Gothem so it’s either super haunted or actually not haunted at all). Then all of a sudden he gets approached by a random ghost begging for his help because their sweet baby girl is about to do something horrible. Oops now all the ghosts are following their most loved ones around just to make sure they are there to rush to Danny for help when all else fails. Now hes getting to fulfil his protection obsession double time because one hes helping protect people from themselves and two hes protecting everyone in Gothem by stopping people from becoming villains for revenge. Plus he gets to see first hand how hes making a difference because all those people he saved are sending him some good vibes from all across Gothem.

Thank god he followed Jazz around so much to slightly absorb some of her phycology knowledge over the years. Plus it was actually pretty interesting so she gave him her old text books. Shes also helping him deal with the rare events where he can’t save someone. Just a moment too late or he stops them but they later succeeded in the hospital. Neither are his fault. Now only if he could convince his core of that.

Anyway why Gothem you ask? Amity Park would have been just as good tbh but imagine Batmans face when he finally gets to be face to face with the emotional support ghost boy. Why is he here? Bruce is fine. Batman is fine. Hes not gonna do anything crazy. It’s just a hard time of year. Around their death always gives him grief. But hes an adult and can manage it.

“You know they are so proud of you.” The boy states. As if it’s clear as day, even though it’s Gothem and never a clear day. Batman blinks at him, stunned for a moment. “What?” This boy can’t possibly know that. No one will ever know that, Bruce can only hope. “They see their home, full of such life. That big house that felt so empty, so cold, to them as well for years. Then you filled it with Family and Love like they had always wanted for you. They are so proud of what you have turned it into. Somewhere full of life and warmth.” A small smile graces his face as finally “you have made your parents so proud” and its all he can do to contain himself. Emotions are running high and sue him because he really did need to hear that ok. The boy suddenly looks to Bruces right with a confused face “aren’t all basements like that though?” Before Bruce can even get a word in hes gone. Just vanished before his eyes.

[the-mad-dog-of-eckhart]

A bit late, but happy 5th anniversary to Villains Are Destined to Die webtoon!🎉🎉🎉🎉

VADTD was released on May 1, 2020 on Kakaopage platform🫶

[why-is-thinking-so-hard]

happy belated anniversary to agathario, i rewatched wandavision and aaa for this and i eas fucking bawling through the aaa finale again

god, agatha just couldnt let nicky go but he was so tired, he didnt have it in him anymore, poor kid

in funnier observations, agatha drinks a lot more in wandavision than in aaa, but she really strikes me as the type to bring a flask(reg or mini[you think its a joke and i did too but my cousins husband deadass got my grandma a mini flask holster, how tf you even clean that thing]) to a childrens play because she cant stand the boredom but loves her boy too much to not go

oh i have so many things i wanna just rant about to the tumblr void about agatha because i am dying to analyze anything so my brain doesnt atrophy, but im not sure anyone wants to hear it but im sure many want to hear

happy pride to all and free palestine because that cannot be said enough even if it seems so out of place in this post(if you see this as purely political or problematic, talk to god, your therapist, whomever you believe in, not me, because im not paid enough to deal with that cognitive dissonance)

[meatsex]

every time i remember some poor bastard from staff had to deal with me asking "well can you at least free my old url for me to use" and reading "(meatsex)" i giggle a bit

[abc1dspntjlc4]

this anniversary always sneaks up on me...it feels particularly worse this year

[lenievi]

McCoy got the first dose of a cure and fell into a restless sleep. For a while, Spock stays at his bedside.

(For the World Is Hollow and I Have Touched the Sky missing scene)

I wrote this ficlet today three years ago, so I decided to share it again.

[mumblingsage]

Between Jean-Marie Le Pen and Anita Bryant, I'm beginning to have hopes for 2025 that I will not spell out in detail because I'm too superstitious.

[the-mad-dog-of-eckhart]

Happy 4th anniversary to Villains Are Destined to Die webtoon!🎉🎉🎉

[rockerb0y]

𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚝. 𝙻𝙸𝙵𝙴𝚂𝚃𝚈𝙻𝙴

prior to the ' johnny silverhand ' cocktail, ' the silverhand ' was conceived shortly after the debut of his solo album, ' SINS of Your Brothers '. after the album's first live performance, a stagehand dared him to drink the unknown beverage and johnny chugged it without inquiring about the contents or exhibiting much of a reaction; it was later learned that the drink consisted of a shot of vodka mixed with brandy and a few drops of CHOOH2 for ' flavour '. since then, the cocktail gained a lot of popularity as an off-menu item in rock bars and is typically purchased for friends unbeknownst to them as a practical joke.

despite his inconsistent sleeping schedule, johnny's coffee order remains unchanged: medium black coffee, no additives. standards for the roast and overall quality tend to be low, and subject to his whim — often substituted with an alcoholic alternative to better cope with his hangovers. in a committed relationship, his partner's coffee / morning beverage preference tends to be learned with enough exposure but is never immune to his criticism if deemed to be too detailed or complicated.

most of the time, johnny's artistic process is defined by impulse and spontaneity. as a co-founder of samurai, early tracks tended to involve kerry's feedback and collaboration — often with the two of them in the same room and composed real-time. towards the end of the band's lifespan, however, johnny's heightened sense of independence and competition led to many disputes over new material and unreleased demos — some of which were later reworked for his solo albums. nowadays, it's not unusual to hear him workshopping certain chords and riffing in his spare time, whether it's during a sleepless night or in the minutes leading up to a scheduled performance. with the exception of a few select songs which required more of his time and dedication, the majority of johnny's lyrics tend to be finalized in transit to the studio or in the sound booth itself.

since the installation of his cybernetic arm, johnny experiences additional challenges in his daily routine. physical discomfort regularly manifests in the form of chronic pain, increased fatigue and muscle soreness, skin irritation, mechanical malfunction, and difficulty with more precise motor tasks ( such as buttoning a dress shirt, zipping/unzipping clothing, using a touchscreen, and smaller scale repairs ). although regular maintenance from his trusted ripperdoc and learned aptitude with his right hand help mitigate these difficulties, they don't dispel them completely and bouts of frustration were rampant in early adulthood. emotional turmoil via cyberpsychotic tendencies and sense of disconnection are also attributed to ' the hand ', often leading to both temperamental and behavioural dissonance. over the years, johnny's gradually gained a clearer sense of self-awareness in regards to these challenges and refuses to let himself be defined by them in any aspect of his identity — public, private, or otherwise.

as per military requirements and his participation in the second central american war, in addition to mandatory cyberware, several skills were learned and utilized after being drafted. these skills include but are not limited to: first aid, hand-to-hand combat, weapon handling and disassembly, fieldcraft, cbrn training, basic vocabulary in several languages ( predominantly profanity and military commands ), mental resilience / overcoming fear, and how to swim / stay afloat for short periods. even over a decade later, his military expertise can still be reliably recalled and situationally utilized.

[torawro]

i am having fun rewatching bleach, and i honestly don’t remember it being this emotional & deep so early on?????????

[donutcats]

some of the things in the nd finale would have hit soooo much harder for me if the show runners weren’t dead set on convincing me it’s only been a year since the start of the show? like, really? 4 seasons packed into one year? all of that shit happened to nancy in one calendar year? sorry but I can’t believe it. everything with the claw and the historical society and everyone acting like they have to move away from each other would have made me so emotional if the show followed an irl timeline and it really had been a few years.

[youremyonlyhope]

Grief is fun... such fun...

[nutelloona]

It's equally fascinating and infuriating how some types of grief actually seem to build up over the years, not fade away little by little as you grow around it as you'd expect.

Today is the 9th anniversary of one of my best friends' death and every year without her feels painfully wrong. She was a beautiful, caring, passionate girl that unfortunately was raised in a very hateful home that wouldn't allow her to share all the love she had with who she wanted to. For the crime of loving another girl, she was condemned by her father to countless months of suffering and pressure to change that she eventually couldn't bear anymore and ended up killing herself.

We came from a small, cynical and religious town in which the LGBTQIA+ community had to exist in silence, hidden, bc our only options were to become the designated "gay clown" or to be a complete outcast, and in both cases we were mocked, judged and excluded from everyone just the same. I used to "joke" saying that any queer person that couldn't leave that town either went insane from trying to conform or killed themselves, and however morbid it sounds, it was the truth. It still is.

In a small town such as ours, a suicide case always hits big, it becomes the news on everyone's mouths for weeks. And even after her death she couldn't catch a break from all the prejudice that led her to what she did. People still talked, people still judged, people still made terrible assumptions about my friend and the kind of person she was, even if none of them actually met her. The same comments that took away her future were trying to reshape her past and make her look like something disgusting that should be dealt with.

That's why I can't bring myself to move past what happened to her, because I know deep in my soul that she not only deserved but was also capable of living a beautiful life away from that cursed town, that hateful family. She would be 26 years old nowadays, and I catch myself wondering how she would look like, what kind of life career she would choose, what kind of partner she would be with, how many dogs she would have - I bet on at least 3. Would she wear long braids? Would she become a firefighter? Would she get a sports scholarship in the capital? Maybe in another state? She was an amazing judo athlete and was doing great in school, I bet she could get in any university she wanted.

But she can't. None of this will ever happen, because that environment took away her chances. Her possibilities. How can I grow around something like this, when every year it hits me how much she's missed, how much she could've been living, how much she could've seen?

This day is always difficult to me, and even at my age and at this point of my life, after everything I saw, lived, learned... It only gets harder, still.

So, all I can say after all of this is: be louder. Be stronger. Become the voice that will overpower the hate around you, and aim for the version of you that will be able to fight for those who are too tired, too wounded, too weak to fight for themselves. It's Pride Month, folks. It's the time to remember those we lost, honour those who fought so we could live the way we do today, and to be grateful for everything we achieved, but never forget that we still have a long way to go to make the world a place worth living in. So please, keep fighting. Any way you can.

I love you, Leyla. I miss you every single day. I'm sorry if I couldn't do more for you. I'm thankful for you friendship, your light, your energy, your beauty. I'm glad I could be around your smile for as long as I could. You deserved better, so much better. If there's any chance I'll be able to meet you again, in any realm, any time line, any lifetime, I promise to say all of this to you directly. And I'll give you that Mulan fanart I still own you, I swear.

[aspiringwarriorlibrarian]

I’m sorry but if there is one thing the Tumblr left needs crucially, it’s the ability to celebrate.

I remember when marriage equality was called and there were waves of rainbows and love wins posts. When we successfully defeated Donald Trump, there was lukewarm relief, a reminder that you were only allowed one or maybe two days to celebrate and then it was back to work. That is if you were even a good person for voting Biden. We never did settle if he was better than Trump. (We did.). We didn’t celebrate student loan debt relief or any of the accomplishments of the Biden administration, or any of the times Trump was blocked, or other countries succeeding in keeping fascists out of office. Who cares if we had successes? It’s not good enough. Back to work!

And this anti-celebratory attitude stretches back to the past. On the 100th anniversary of female suffrage in America, we were reminded that not all women had the vote and so we weren’t allowed to celebrate. The only post I saw about Juneteenth was reminding us that there were enslaved people who were killed instead of freed and therefore celebrating the end of chattel slavery was wrong, and besides, we have prison labor so nothing really changed or got better and there’s nothing to celebrate anyway. Trans Day of Visibility comes with Trans Day of Remembrance so that people don’t fill the tags with hate crimes and death. So on and so forth. Nothing gets better. Nothing changes. Back to work!

So of course when we have a major setback, we fall apart and have to start frantic damage control. Frantic discourse ensues over how much people are allowed to unplug before it becomes bad and selfish. Yes, maybe you can have this one day off Mr. Cratchit but you better be here and miserable early the next morning. Like abusive bosses always insisting you squeeze out more, more, more, and any achievement is just proof you were lazy the other times and impetus for more work.

If we are never allowed to acknowledge any of our victories, how are we supposed to survive our defeats?

[sunlit-spider]

Lmao I just just doing this paperwork