#grieve

[rejamart]

centuries of magical girl warfare could *probably* be solved with a few well-placed machine guns, is all she's saying

[wiirocku]

Nehemiah 8:10 (NIV) - Nehemiah said, “Go and enjoy choice food and sweet drinks, and send some to those who have nothing prepared. This day is holy to our Lord. Do not grieve, for the joy of the LORD is your strength.”

[liquidlightandrunningtrees]

Is this really the world? Shall I grieve? Shall I hope?

Adonis, tr. by Khaled Mattawa

[audhd-space]

if you make friends with people during the lowest point of both of your life, many times this same starting point that bond both of you will become a dealbreaker

especially when you start wanting better and to start living for yourself

so don’t be surprised if you chronically ill folks still choosing to mask up and take covid precautions will cause your other friends to rile up, and disappear on you

[feyd-meowtha]

I need to all to know that Jodorovsky and Moebius storyboarded a scene in which Feyd-Rautha is 'burning a butterfly and smoking a long joint', ok?

Ok?

I need you to know that and to clutch it to your bosom so that it can keep you warm through the dark times. Even if you think that no-one else in the world understands you, Alejandro Jodorowsky understands you.

[nkrisztina100]

[rforrebel-blog]

I still miss you every day. My heart never knew a pain this immense before yours stopped beating.

[quotelr]

God does not require a perfect, sinless life to have fellowship with Him, but He does require that we be serious about holiness, that we grieve over sin in our lives instead of justifying it, and that we earnestly pursue holiness as a way of life.

Jerry Bridges, The Pursuit of Holiness

[earnestlyn]

Grieve

I grieve.

All the unsaid words that you didn’t get to hear.

All the untold stories I have yet to share.

All the tears we have yet to shed together.

All the Marvel movies we’d watch because you insisted that we do.

All the late night calls and giggles.

All the secrecy and inside jokes.

I grieve.

Your voice, your presence. The only true home I felt safe in.

Your eyes, your teeth. The random compliments I’d say to you.

Your jokes, your breathing. The way you’d chew so loud, I knew you ate something.

I grieve.

The love I am not able to give you.

The laughter we don’t get to share.

The peacefulness of us we don’t feel with anyone else.

The expectant texts and calls.

The random reminders of how much we mean to each other.

I grieve you

- n

[thevoidpeeringback]

You just have to grieve sometimes.

Grieve who you used to be.

And understand that the new version of you is just as worthy as the last.

One of the many struggles.

[rejamart]

Grieve of the Collapse (aka the Cannibal Banana, aka Evil Marge) for Liz~

[0hcicero]

Run the Light

There are times when dawn breaks

And the light is slow to come.

When the east is grey.

When the colours are leeched

And everything is cold and aching.

People huddle beneath the mountain.

They crowd around small candles and

Lit trash cans and matches that wink out.

They are not wrong to dispair

When their embers fail.

But when the light is late

I remember Raven, who flew to the sun

And stole fire.

I remember Prometheus cursed by the gods

For the selfsame.

And I remember the light has never

Been a given.

I remember that the light is always

Hard won - always a struggle

And that we are often asking to be burnt

Our feathers soot-blackened

Our guts pulled out

Our punishment inevitable

Because light is a struggle.

It was not meant to be easy.

It was not meant

to be a given.

It was meant to stain you.

Meant to scar you.

Meant to mark you.

So turn from the despairing embers.

Sieze the mountain.

Climb.

Keep climbing.

Your grip will grow tired,

and your hands will be raw, it’s true.

Take a break. Eat some food.

Drink some water.

Keep climbing.

When your thighs scream

And your forearms are too sore,

Hold the line for another. Put a piton in.

Rest for a while.

But keep climbing.

When you crest the mountain top

Steal the light from the sun

And run

Like mad

Before they catch you.

Give it to another and tell them

Run

Run!

Keep the light burning.

Even as it blackens your fingers

And makes you bleed

And marks you —

Because it’s worth every scar.

Wear it as proudly as the Raven wears the ashes.

[therantfairysblog]

A nice piece of lemon cupcake

"Insect hashira, Shinobu Kocho has died! She's died fighting Upper moon 2!!"

The final battle was merely an hour in but they were already slammed by the first hashira's death. And it was her bestfriend. Kanroji fall to her knees.

....

"Shinobu chan, i bake some delicious cupcake that i learn from a book i bought but I'm not really sure about it taste. Do you want to try it?"

Both Kocho and Kanroji were just finishing their join mission and walking back together. That night, the moon was shining brightly than usual.

"really? I would like to try it Kanroji san, maybe after work tomorrow? Do you have a free time in the evening?" Her smiling face shining brightly under the sky.

"yeay of course i would make some tea"

.....

It was a fine day with summer sun shining brightly. The delicious aroma of baking cakes spreading nicely in Kanroji's estate.

"I try to make a lemon zest cupcake but it's my first time, shinobu chan, you want to try? Please give me a review..." with a smile, kanroji take one of his cupcakes and give it to Kocho. The two girls chatting smiling brightly.

"wow it's so sweet and it's slightly nice aroma of lemons make it stand out? Kanroji san you always good at baking. I'm envy" Kocho eating the whole cakes deliciously, but over time there's slight sadness in her face and she's turn quiet.

"shinobu chan...is there something wrong? Kanroji slightly moved towards her. Kocho smiling but there's slight years in her eyes.

"It's nothing, these cupcakes is so delicious. Lemon flavored....is always Kanae niisan favorite. It's just a memory suddenly appear in my head. Don't worry, kanroji san, yours is delicious" kocho was smiling brightly like she usually do but Kanroji went straight to hug her. 'shinobu chan is hiding her sadness again'

"I'm sorry, Shinobu chan, please don't hesitate..." Her hug were tightened. A slight cry were heard. Kocho hugging her back.

" Kanroji you always understanding me...thank you. You see, sometimes....while I'm doing my best to do my job, there's a part of me....looking forward to meet my sister and my parents. There's not a single day i didn't think about them" Kanroji's tears started to flow. The remaining cupcakes were there, untouched.

"Shinobu chan, used my shoulder, don't hide your feeling anymore," they both hugging each other tightly. Kocho crying a lot, the first time in years and Kanroji just let it be.

......

Her heart feel like it has been stab repeatedly. Kanroji slowly back to her feet. Iguro was helping her. "are you okay, you may take a bit re-"

"No, please. We need to hurry up and find Muzan. Iguro san, I'll do my best" Kanroji swiping her tears, continue her run.

'its okay, things will be okay.'

'shinobu chan, send my regards to Kanae san and your parents, I'm not sure if i would come out alive, but if I'm joining you soon, let make cupcakes together again'

Both hashiras running forward, in a quest to end 1000 years of demonic presence. With their live on a stake, Kanroji mustered her strength.

[ruanataina]

So I've been really into the Sabe storyline in her quest to avenge Padmé's Murder not knowing what really happened to her. And I saw a comment on a tiktok edit saying Leia killed Padmé (???). We all know it isn't true, but I wondered "what if Leia found out her mom died on childbirth and with her being born after Luke + her doubts about her own nature, made her feel guilty about it?" So I mixed both thoughts and made this.

Also: yes, I wrote this! But since I wrote it in english, which is not my first language, I used AI to make some corrections and change some stuff.

A Name in Stone

The mausoleum was quiet, save for the distant rustle of Theed’s waterfalls. Sabé stood at the threshold, boots heavy against the polished stone. It had been years since she’d last come. Naboo still honored Padmé Amidala, still lit candles at her grave, still left fresh flowers at her resting place. Time had not stolen her memory.

Sabé had spent two decades trying to uncover the truth of her death. The Empire had woven a story of betrayal—of a rogue Jedi ending Padmé’s life in a desperate, final act. It had been a lie, just another excuse to turn the galaxy against the Jedi. But the truth remained elusive. She had searched, interrogated, hunted for scraps of evidence in the shadows of war.

And yet, here she was, no closer than the day she had watched Padmé’s coffin lower into the ground.

She stepped inside. The air smelled of flowers and candle smoke. The stone walls bore engravings of Naboo’s beloved queen-turned-senator, her name etched deep into the marble. Sabé traced the letters with a gloved hand.

She wasn’t alone.

Across the room, a woman stood before the sarcophagus. Not just any woman—Princess Leia Organa.

Sabé stilled. The princess was silent, her hands curled into fists at her sides. Her face, known across the galaxy, was drawn and pale. She looked even smaller than she already was, burdened by something unseen.

Sabé stepped forward, boots scuffing against the floor. Leia turned, and for a long moment, they simply looked at each other.

"You knew her," Leia finally said, voice barely above a whisper.

Sabé nodded. "I was her handmaiden. Her shadow."

Leia swallowed, eyes flicking back to the tomb. "I never got to meet her."

Something in her tone unsettled Sabé. She was used to politicians masking their emotions, but there was no mask here. Just raw, unguarded grief.

"I never found out what happened to her," Sabé admitted. "Not the truth. And the people responsible—" Her voice hardened. "They may still be out there."

Leia flinched, something flashing behind her eyes.

"It was me." The words came out strangled, barely audible.

Sabé frowned. "What?"

Leia’s breath hitched. "It was me!" Her voice cracked, her shoulders trembling. "I was the one who killed her!"

The world seemed to lurch. Sabé stared, the weight of those words slamming into her chest.

No. No, that wasn’t possible.

She took a step closer, then another. "What did you just say?"

Leia didn’t retreat. Her lips trembled, her whole body trembling as if trying to hold itself together. "She—she was dying, but she held on. She forced herself to give birth to save us, but it killed her. If it weren’t for me, she might have—"

Sabé didn’t hear the rest. Her vision tunneled.

Rage surged through her veins, hot and blinding.

Her hands moved before she could think. She grabbed Leia by the front of her jacket and shoved her against the cold stone wall.

"You dare—!" Sabé’s voice shook with fury. "You dare stand here and say that?"

Leia gasped, but she didn’t fight back. She just stared at her, wide-eyed, as if she had expected this. As if she thought she deserved it.

Sabé’s grip tightened. "Do you know what I’ve done? What I’ve sacrificed? I have spent twenty years hunting ghosts for justice, and you—" Her breath came in ragged bursts. "You expect me to believe this?"

Leia squeezed her eyes shut, shoulders shaking. "It’s the truth."

The rage cracked, something colder slipping through the cracks. Sabé’s mind caught up to her actions, to what Leia had actually said.

Padmé had died in childbirth.

Her grip loosened. Leia was barely older than twenty.

She couldn’t have been there.

Sabé exhaled sharply and let go, stepping back as if burned. Leia slumped against the wall, her breath unsteady, but she didn’t run.

She wasn’t lying.

Sabé turned away, hands clenched into fists. The anger was still there, but tangled now, knotted with something she didn’t want to name.

Guilt.

For years, she had sworn vengeance on an enemy she had never found. But Padmé hadn’t been murdered in the way Sabé had always imagined. No blade, no blaster bolt, no assassin in the dark.

Just a woman who had already been dying, who had given everything to bring her children into the world.

She closed her eyes, breathing through the storm inside her. "She deserved better."

Leia’s voice was hoarse. "I know."

Silence stretched between them. For the first time, Sabé truly looked at Leia.

She had Padmé’s eyes.

Sabé had spent two decades searching for answers. She had never expected to find them here, in the grief of a daughter who had never known her mother.

She swallowed hard. "You didn’t kill her."

Leia flinched, as if she couldn’t believe the words.

Sabé didn’t know if she believed them yet, either. But they sat there, in the space between them, waiting.

And for now, it was enough.

[gramarobin]