#funerals tw

[angiedarlingmd]

[ … ] ❀ you’re not from around here , are you? i figured because you totally just missed { angela arendt } walking by. don’t tell me you don’t know who { she } is? they kind of look like { rachel weisz } and i could be wrong but i think that they might be { forty eight } years old right now. they’ve been living in palmview for the last { three years }. and i don’t know if anyone has ever told them this before but they kind of remind me of { abby sciuto } from { ncis }. if you stick around the town long enough you might catch them in action working at { seaglass heights hospital } as a { therapist }. you see this town isn’t really that big of a place, some folks like to call them the { paradox } of palmview! they took a liking to the name too after a while, go figure. oh crap, they must have heard me yapping. they’re coming this way. i got to warn you though, rumor has it they can pretty { judgy } at times. i wouldn’t take it too seriously though, from the times i’ve spoken to them they seemed pretty { dedicated } to me. we see each other all the time since they live in that { 1 bed } apartment beside me over in { coral cove }. i better leave you to it. it was nice meeting you!

name: angela arendt nickname(s): ang, angie, jelly date of birth : august 2nd, 1976 birthplace : st. louis, missouri birth parents: elias & seraphina tannenbaum (both deseased) adopted parents : penelope & dominic arendt siblings : oscar (raised), lukas (bio), ezra (bio) & elias (bio) height : 162cm / 5'4" ft ethnicity : jewish orientation : bisexual + demiromantic martial status : single children : none languages : english, hungarian, ASL degree(s) : PHDs in sociology and psychology, degrees in criminology and forensic science

background {WIP - will likely add more}

adopted as a small child, after her parent's death, she only knew her adopted parents as family. she grew up with a brother, two years older than her but still thick as thieves. her parents are both deaf so she learned ASL before learning english from her teachers and the neighborhood kids.

she was a gifted child and her determination to solve what was in front of her, pushed her further still. she excelled in school, and even though she did not have many friends, the ones she had were very dear to her.

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after her post-graduate studies, angela threw herself fully into her work. from literal crime-solving to social work to therapy and children's rights coordinator, the work was hard and cruel but she had felt like it was her god-given responsibility to help as many people as she could.

while it might have seemed obvious to everyone that even the good guys were not bulletproof, she always kept her hope and spirits high for justice to prevail. it was not blind optimism to ang, as she had seen plenty of tragedy, from her friends and close colleagues and even close calls herself. she just knew she had to keep her faith or she and those she was trying to help wouldn't make it.

angela's has had her fair share of significant others and partners but it just never seemed to work in the long term. her standards are high and even as the years passed, she didn't want to lower it or sacrifice her goals to settle. she has no regrets in this aspect as she is a proud aunt and loving sister and still has fun dating.

sex and physical affection is just the way of life but love really means something. angie can be standoffish or even cold to those she doesn't know or doesn't care for - but once she loves you, she's yours for life. loyal to her core

after years of working for the government and it's agencies, her work came to a sudden halt. there had been a project, a mission, an assignment - and a close friend family member of hers had been killed. killed saving her.

when she woke up in the hospital days later - it was like a gun went off in her head (i mean, one went off beside her head) and she realized that she couldn't save everyone. now it would have to be enough to save herself. at the same time, she also had a crisis of faith. she has not stepped foot inside a temple since then.

ang wanted to do something to honour him and his life and decided to start a NGO to work with foster care children and single mothers to get them into safe housing. it was the perfect use of her old social work and psychology experience and she was sure he was supporting her efforts from wherever he was.

palm view had been the perfect breath of fresh air for angie, feeling a weight lifted from her heart when she started to settle in and even get a job getting back to her routes. truly just talking to, learning about and helping people.

resume

Columbia University : internship / teaching assistant [ 1992 - 1997 ]

NYC Health + Hospitals : forensic psychologist [ 1997 - 1999 ]

Bureau of Public Health : clinical social worker [ 1999 - 2003 ]

Federal Bureau of Investigation : forensic technician [ 2003 - 2009 ] special agent [ 2009 - 2013 ]

ICPO–INTERPOL : interpol liaison officer - translation & social work [ 2013 - 2018 ]

Redacted : Redacted [ 2019 - 2019 ]

Seaglass Heights Hospital : therapist [ 2022 - current ]

[arobats]

saw a post that reminded me of one of the weirdest situations ive ever been in and i just need to tell people about it

i was at the visitation the day before my dad's funeral, bc like. he died. and my family was spread across a big room bc it was june 2020 so we were trying to space people out. so i was sitting on this couch by myself as people milled about and told us how sorry they were. which is honestly wildly uncomfortable but that's not the point.

a lady came up to me to and i recognize her, she is in the same sewing / quilting group as my mom, so she stays nearby to keep me company bc id been alone for a little while. which was fine.

another lady (again, same group, but i don't know her personally like the first lady) comes up, glances at me and says the whole "so sorry for your loss" thing, and then turns to the first lady and starts talking about how stressed she is, she and her husband have had to move her mother into their house because her mom developed dementia, and all the changes they've been having to make both to the house itself and to their schedules to accommodate her and her doctors appointments, and on and on and on

fully in front of me

and it was probably only like. ten or fifteen minutes? but to me it honestly felt like at LEAST an hour

i didn't say anything because i didn't want to be rude and i don't want to be all "me me me" but we were literally at my dad's funeral??? i kept having to pull my mask down to blow my nose because i couldn't stop crying??? i couldn't even make myself look towards one part of the room because that's where the casket was????

and this lady is standing in front of me, bitching about her mom, and because they were standing there no one else came over to talk to me because they didn't want to intrude or interrupt "our" (her) conversation

at the time i was mostly baffled (too much grief to be angry) but in retrospect it's kind of hilarious

[sui-imi]

Funeral, right

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been seeing some discussion about canon/fanon sans re: papyrus' death, and then i thought, unrelatedly, "hey i wonder what he did with the dust"

[lunamothghost]

Scare your son, scare your daughter

[incognitopolls]

We ask your questions so you don’t have to! Submit your questions to have them posted anonymously as polls.

[thatsbelievable]

[voidzphere]

noticed a pattern in my reapermare art

[neishroom]

x-mas decorations vs grieving... the dichotomy of it all

[iibislintu]

how you die in Finnish

you sleep away (nukkua pois)

you go forward (mennä edes; "edesmennyt")

you go away (mennä pois; "poismennyt")

and also...

you change your diocese (vaihtaa hiippakuntaa)

you throw a crank (heittää veivi)

you kick emptiness (potkaista tyhjää)

you enter the underworld (mennä manalle)

you join the upstairs orchestra (liittyä yläkerran orkesteriin)

[one-time-i-dreamt]

My sister got a job as a necromancer, which just meant she would tell jokes at people’s funerals. She had multiple jars of pickled strawberries in her office, and she let me eat one.

[apparently-artless]

•❃° SOUSOU NO FRIEREN ❀ FRIEREN & HIMMEL °❃•

Anime: Sousou no Frieren Characters: Frieren & Himmel Song Lyrics: Visiting Hours by Ed Sheeran

[larrylimericks]

29Jan25

In Cali, we’re high at the sight: “An old friend of mine’s here tonight!” With the boys of Bus 1 A healing’s begun— Bitter ends turning sweet feels so right.

[uncanny-tranny]

All I want is to go to a trans person's funeral after they lived a full, enriching life. I want to see trans people grow old, I want us to live like the stars. We don't deserve to burn out before everybody else. When we die, I want it to be because we grew old, because we had lived.

[aghostnamedcalamity]

🪻The life of Miss Millicent Mae Ames 🪻

A Milly art dump, a bit in chronological order of her storyline too I suppose; my beautiful porcelain dancer 💜

I’d love to dive more into her and her relationship with her son, Benjamin, eventually.

[paper-lilypie]

they’re waiting for you to get in the water (it’s a trap)

[nowimjustastranger]

thinking abt the ‘spare twin’ thing in the dimension stan kills himself… god. ford u r so eternally grieving and guilt-ridden i just know it

it’d be fun to see how a confrontation between fords would go (even though they presumably can’t touch each-other so sadly no beating the crap outta your dimensional counterpart that doesn’t appreciate his twin)

May Filbrick Pines rot in hell.

But yeah, Ford feels so much guilt. He didn't even know half the shit that his brother went through growing up since Stan hid it from him. Stan spent his whole life protecting Ford, but no one was protecting him.

Ford wouldn't have survived losing Stan without Fiddleford, especially after he learned that Stan's body was riddled with the textbook signs of long-term abuse (Ford *ahem* borrowed Stan's medical files and autopsy report because he was in denial about Stan taking his own life).

Ford started a fight with Filbrick after Stan's funeral because he didn't even show up (and to confirm that he had been abusing Stan). Ford got his nose broken, but he broke Filbrick's arm in two places in retaliation.

That was the last time they spoke or interacted.

Ford can absolutely pick a fight with himself, which he has done before.

Ford lost his shit when one of his counterparts (*cough* 46'\ *cough*) couldn't understand why he wouldn't just leave Stan to face the consequences to his actions. It was an ugly fight, but Ford won because he had taught himself how to channel his anger in order to give him an edge instead of letting it make him sloppy and reckless.