#surprise! grief!

[nimbusclan]

Interlude 2-3

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Aw, one big happy famil-- oh, no. oh, wait,

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[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Look what we've become.

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[im-smart-i-swear]

coming back home.

@barrenclan

[riseriseleo]

i've been thinking about tim, lately. maybe he's so mad at jon for becoming a monster because he Knows that danny was also turned into one after he was taken (the assumption here being that tim, as an employee of the eye, has just a bit of extra knowledge). and. and do you think that tim wants to stop jon from being lost to him. because i don't think tim had a lot of friends in research besides sasha, drowning in grief as he was. danny is lost to him even as he can't accept that and now he's seeing, not a kidnapping where he doesn't know what's happening, but a slow transformation that he's unable to prevent.

he's already lost his brother and (though he doesn't know it yet) his best friend. he can't handle losing jon.

(and we see that in the season three finale, where he deliberately sets off the explosion in a way that he knows will take him with them.)

edit: because some people in the reblogs want to throw me into the buried for this, i instead encourage you to check out this post that i wrote earlier about jon and his grief over tim. enjoy!

[finnicksghost]

this is lowkey making me emotional but the thought of dimitri single handedly destroying imperial soldiers terrifying the kingdom commonfolk during the five years of war….

[whumpypepsigal]

Landman (2024) s01e02: An injured Cooper coming around after the devastating oil well explosion that consumes the lives of everyone in Cooper’s crew, leaving him the only survivor. He hauls himself over to the van to call the disaster in, looking shocked and traumatized.

[thecryptkeeper]

its been tired but the butch/masc art on here thats just a white woman with a carabiner is so tired

[synthyk]

Booktok women being Straight People Horny for feyd-rautha was not something I expected or even considered possible but through denis villeneuve i suppose all things are possible

[thelonelyshore-if]

Yasmin Drabble

Or, the first time Yasmin wakes up next to MC.

The last time Yasmin woke up next to someone she loved, she lost him forever. 

It’s been five years now. Any other morning would have been standard. Boring. But that morning was different. She was pissed at him. She woke up with her back turned and abandoned him to his snoring. Fumed silently, motions short and tight as she made her breakfast. The last morning she ever spent with Seth she was furious at him.

Part of her feels like she should have cherished it–like she should have spent every single second with him that she could. But she isn’t sure she would react any differently today. The memory still sets her temper flaring, even now.

She lays on her side again, but this time she’s facing the person in her bed. She watches you sleep, throat thick with emotion she doesn’t want. 

The feeling of total security another person can bring is something she'd forgotten.

She opened her eyes to find your arm hooked around her waist, her forehead pressed against your collarbone. It could have felt like a cage, being imprisoned in your arms, but instead it feels like an anchor. Like her connection to you is the only thing keeping her floating in place. 

Yasmin frowns, looking at you now. She was secure before. Every night for five years she's spent snug in bed without issue. Nothing could hurt her–she doesn't even know what it might be she feels protected from. She doesn’t need someone else to protect her.

And yet laying in the bend of your arm has her feeling the safest she's ever been. She feels invincible.

She clutches the edge of the comforter in a curled fist, the plush fabric giving her something to hold onto. A different sort of anchor. She needs to make sense of the swirling mass of emotion currently leaving her half-paralyzed in bed.

You mumble something unintelligible, shifting in your sleep, and her hazel eyes hone in on your face. She searches for signs you might wake up and break the spell that you've unintentionally cast upon her. When you settle back in, your features smoothing, she isn't sure if she should feel relieved or disappointed.

Maybe a bit of both. 

Yasmin rolls away from you, onto her back. She stares up at the ceiling. The previous owners of the house put up tiny green stars that were meant to glow in the dark. When they moved in she wanted to peel them away. They didn't match her decor plan–they were unsightly.

“Why would we do that?” Seth had laughed, wrapping his arms around her, “Get rid of the house's best feature?”

And she relented. It isn't every day you can give someone the stars. 

She squeezes her eyes shut, her heart stuttering with a familiar pang of grief. Her chest grows tight. Her stomach drops.

This is why she doesn't want this. Doesn't want you. She's worked so hard to turn Seth into a memory–into a ghost. An intangible part of her past, to be thought about only rarely. Void of any emotion. Just lingering scenes of the past, starring a woman who died alongside him. 

God. She's not ready to do it again. 

Yasmin considers herself a brave person. She might not spend her time trekking through the woods in search of lost souls, but she's no coward. She keeps her head high, faces the things she dreads head-on. It's the only real way to take care of them. 

So why is it when it comes to you, she's flinching? Cowering in the face of a grief she was so sure she'd buried?

It wasn't supposed to be this way. You were cute. She was interested. You were supposed to just have some fun together and go your separate ways. Friends–and nothing else. 

Typically she has no problem ending things there. Of all of the casual partners she's had since, none have shared her bed. Not like this. They have their fun and then they go home. They don't get asked to stay. 

She asked you to stay. 

Groaning softly, Yasmin covers her eyes with her arm. Wishes the knot of tension tangled at the base of her spine would unravel. That all of these emotions would just go away. You accepted her insistence that this would never be anything other than friendship without issue. So why the hell can't she? 

You roll over and wrap your arms around her. She tenses, her breath catching. Tears well in the corners of her eyes. She pulls her arm back to brush away the warmth, trying and failing to reject the deep rolling sadness that has stolen the breath from her lungs. She will not cry over this. She can’t.

The bed is the problem. It’s too big. Meant for two, not for a single woman wrapped up in her blankets and her grief. The house, too–built for an entire family and left almost empty. For the longest time, Yasmin has avoided being alone at the house whenever she could help it. It was full of too many reminders, and too much empty space.

For the first time in five years, it feels like she’s home. Like the bed is full. Like her heart is.

How can you be the one to bring her home? You’re practically a stranger.

She reaches out, wanting to brush her fingers against the side of your face. She needs to convince herself that you’re really here. When she does, she sees the way her hand trembles in front of her. Fuck–she’s supposed to be stronger than this. Yasmin steels herself and cups your cheek.

You shift under her touch and her heart twists. Your skin is smooth and soft beneath the caress of her palm. She brushes her thumb against your face and chokes back her tears. It’s too much. She pulls her hand back like you’ve burned her.

When you wake up, she decides in an instant, she’s going to be over this. She’ll be perfectly composed. She’ll greet you warmly, pull you into a sweeping kiss, and forget all of her ghosts. It’s been half a decade, and Yasmin doesn’t want to spend any more time crying over a man long dead. Not when she has a new beginning laying curled up at her side.

But for now? The deep violet gloom of early morning filters in through the blinds. She leans down and presses a kiss to the top of your head. Tears well, and this time she lets them fall. Lets herself feel her grief, for the first time in years.

For now, she mourns.

And when the morning comes she starts something new.

[crabsnpersimmons]

Miss, it's time to go to bed. Are you on your phone again? Sleeping late will ruin your lovely skin. This is the final warning. If you don't fall asleep now, We are going to dance. - "잘자요 아가씨" by ASMRZ

found this song and i was possessed to draw @starriegalaxy's butler Eclipse dancing to it

(also i apologize in advance for my horrendous hiragana, hangul, and cursive)

Textless, effectless version under the cut!

[belle-rosse]

I am the og “Caitlyn is going to be a dictator and approve the martial law instantly” believer but god the whole fight I kept thinking ‘she wouldn’t shoot the child right? There’s no way she’s shooting the child. That’s too much.’ AND GUESS WHAT SHE DID.

[silkhy-john]

Green Oak existing as loudly as possible in every breath he takes and every step he makes because nothings he’s ever done or will ever do will get him the attention and validation of the first person he needed attention and validation from but it hasn’t really clicked yet that Samuel Oak doesn’t like him or even the idea of him. It won’t click at ten when he wins and then loses the Indigo League Championship.

It won’t click at twenty when he’s a high-profile gym leader going from a Tournament in Unova to an academic and battle scholarship in Kalos. It won’t click at thirty when the trips to Alola with Red are becoming a yearly tradition and the pair of them are becoming a seasonal tag-team special at Mali City’s Kanto-style gym. It won’t click when he meets and meets again and meets once more Samson Oak who is just so much warmer and kinder. It won’t click at forty when he’s standing in a black suit, Daisy beside him, before a headshot of his grandfather and feeling all these complex emotions that no one could really understand.

It likely won’t click at until long after Oak has passed, and Green finds himself trying to be everything to his and Red’s kids and grandkids that Samuel Oak wasn’t to him.

Would Green ever be able to find peace within himself when it finally clicks for him? Who knows.

[battleslippers]

me personally if my piece of shit brother happened to screw the other piece of shit in town that he hangs around a lot and already had an incredibly odd relationship with I would hold it against him SO badly. out of every man in this town he chose that one. at least they'll go to hell together

[wolfjackle-creates]

Ghost!Robin Part 4

Here's your next part of the Ghost!Robin fic for WIP Wednesday. I'm gonna start putting fic designation in the title field rather than WIP Wednesday because I think it makes it easier to read.

Also, everyone came out in numbers for last week's segment! Damn! Thank you and I'm glad so many of you are enjoying this little fic of mine. We'll probably get one more week of this before I go back to Bring Me Home, but it'll depend what I feel like. I want to rework some of what I have written next.

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Tim asked more details on the specs of the PDA which Danny happily answered. The things he built with Tucker were always his favorite inventions.

“So are you in school to become an engineer or something?” asked Dick who’d gotten Damian calmed down and sitting. The boy had gotten his knife back and was spinning it in his hands. Bruce seemed to be fondly exacerbated by the scene. Robin had pulled out a ghostly weapon and was trying to copy Damian’s movements, though he wasn’t quite as adept.

Danny shook his head to Dick’s question. “Nah. Hard to get into engineering school when you fail high school.” Danny narrowed his eyes as Damian’s mouth opened, but Dick whispered in his ear again and the boy didn’t say anything.

“I ended up dropping out of high school and getting a GED,” said Tim. “It can work just as well.”

Robin was nodding along and pointing at himself, too. Had he died before he could complete his schooling, too?

“I’m sure. It’s just not a priority for me right now. I don’t need one for my job and I can’t become an astronaut because of my accident when I was fourteen.”

Dick was nodding, but Tim looked confused and asked, “Fourteen? I thought you had your accident when you were older?”

“Why would you think that?” Had he or Jazz made any reference to when his accident was? “No, it happened when I was fourteen. A few weeks before I started my freshman year of high school.

Before Tim could ask anything else, Steph called out from the other side of the room. “Did you say you wanted to be an astronaut? Totally awesome. What made you pick that?”

“I honestly don’t know why everyone doesn’t want to be astronauts! Space is so cool. We can learn so much about the universe by studying it in closer detail. And with how many aliens are now living at least part time on Earth, it only makes sense to explore and see what else might be out there.”

Bruce nodded at him. “I am sorry you aren’t able to become one.”

Danny just waved a hand in the air. “I came to terms with it a long time ago. And my current job is fine. Might not be what I would’ve chosen, but I’ve made it work for me.” Deciding he should change the subject before someone had the brilliant idea to ask more about his accident or job, he asked, “So what is for dinner, anyway? You’ve all talked about how amazing the food is, but what are we having?”

Someone tried to speak up, but Jason held up a hand. “I’m the one who helped Alfie cook. Demon-brat is vegetarian so we have a vegetarian curry. If you like meat, there’s a prime rib roast. Then a half dozen different sides—vegetables, rice, potatoes. Huge salad with all the fixings and a dozen different dressings to choose from. And dessert after.”

“Damn, that sounds amazing. I haven’t had a good home cooked meal in ages, so I’ve been looking forward to this.”

“Has your Grandpa been keeping you that busy?” asked Jazz.

“That, but also getting things in order to take this evening off. There’s just been a lot. I’m spending the night at yours, by the way.”

“I’d be offended if you didn’t.”

Danny knew he could rely on Jazz.

“Ooh, do you have any good stories about Jazz as a kid?” asked Jason.

Laughing, Danny said, “So many! But I don’t think we’ll be able to get to those tonight. I’ve a feeling you’ll be interested in other things by that point.” At his words, Robin grinned and pointed at himself. Danny gave him a slight nod to confirm that yes, they’d be talking about him.

Before Jason could ask for clarification, Alfred came in to announce dinner was ready.

Robin cheered and flew over to sit on Alfred’s shoulders, hand extended, to lead the way to the dinning room. Danny couldn’t hold back the chuckle and Jazz shot him a look which he ignored.

“There better be a place setting for you, Alfie!” called Jason as they followed.

“You made your opinion quite clear, Master Jason. And as I wish to meet your young lady and her brother as well, I have set myself a plate at the main table.”

Tim leaned over to whisper to Danny. “Alfred considers his role as butler very important. He rarely eats with the rest of us unless we join him in the kitchen.”

Danny nodded to show he understood, but had no idea how to actually reply to that. It seemed needlessly complicated.

Once they made it to the dining room, Danny grinned as Robin did a flip off of Alfred’s shoulders and landed sitting down on one of the place settings facing the associated chair. He bit his cheek to keep from laughing as Jason sat down at that same place. Jazz took a seat next to him and Danny sat to her other side. Dick ended up sitting next to him.

The scents of all the food wafting off the table made his mouth water and he closed his eyes just to breathe it in. “This smells amazing. Thanks Alfred. And Jason.”

Even Robin had moved to look over every dish, reaching out a hand to try and take something and sighing when he just phased through it.

Even Jazz looked a bit overwhelmed at the quantity of food. “This is so much effort. You didn’t have to do all this just for Danny and me.”

Bruce smiled at her. “It is so rare for all of us to be together for dinner so we make a spectacle of it any time it happens. And this is the first time Jason has ever brought anyone with him which makes it an even bigger event.”

Danny nudged her. “So, Jazz, what’s it like living with someone who can cook?”

Jason laughed. “Jazz isn’t allowed in the kitchen. You know, I caught her grabbing my chef’s knife before going into the fridge the other day!”

Danny furrowed his brow. “Of course she did. It’s a fridge.”

“Wait, is that a family trait? Why do you grab a knife to open the fridge? There’s gotta be a good story behind that.”

Before Danny could make the obvious statement regarding attacking food, Jazz elbowed him. “We’ll tell you later. It has to do with our parents and that’s a large topic and not one we should get into now.”

Before Danny could ask any questions about what the big deal was, Dick nudged him. “Which do you want—curry or beef?”

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Omake

Ignoring all of it, Danny shook his head and answered Dick. “Nah. Hard to get into college when you fail high school and are legally dead.”

Multiple people, including Jason, exclaimed at that statement and he looked to Jazz.

“Did Jazz not tell you about that? Our parents swear they saw my ghost and had me declared legally dead. I was missing at the time so the coroner agreed. Sighting the ghost of a missing person is all you need to confirm death in Amity.”

Under her breath, Jazz added, “You were only missing because they had you.”

Danny elbowed her and quietly chirped a Safe now.

Bruce was no longer smiling and was looking at Danny with narrowed eyes. “Your parents had you declared dead.”

“Yeah. It’s fine, though. I’ve an amazing doctor if I get into trouble. My grandfather is watching out for me. I’m financially stable. My partners are able to rent an apartment large enough for all three of us. I have other places to stay when I’m traveling. Honestly, it doesn’t impact my life all that much. Just means I’m not gonna go to college. And only reason I wanted to go to college was to be an astronaut, but my health makes that impossible.”

“Hn…” Bruce hummed.

And Danny had no idea what that meant, but Robin was now laughing, and Dick was exchanging grins with Tim, and Steph and Cass were whispering together. Damian was glaring at him even harder, blade hilt gripped in his hand. These people were strange.

Danny looked over at Jazz who shrugged. Jason was glaring at Bruce and said, “Don’t you dare.”

“Look, it’s really not a big deal. I know it’s kinda a messed up situation, but ghosts are generally treated really well in Amity. As well as any living human, at least. So long as you avoid the Guys in White and my parents that is. So outside of interactions with them, nothing has changed.”

“If you are ever in need of a place to stay or a meal or anything, you’ll have a room here,” offered Bruce.

Robin landed on Danny’s shoulders and was sending out happy-celebrate feelings. Steph handed Cass a few bills. Tim and Dick mimed giving each other fist bumps. Jason put his head in his hands and groaned. Duke was grinning at them all.

Damian half stood and said, “Father—!”

But Dick was at his side and pulling him back down to the couch with an arm around his shoulders, hand over his mouth, and whispering into his ear before he could do more than say the one word.

“Seriously, it’s not a big deal.” Trying to think of anyway to change the subject, he asked, “So what’s for dinner, anyway?”

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The celebration post for 100 followers will be going out in another day or two! I've just had a really busy few weeks and didn't do as much writing as I was hoping for. But I hope to finish writing today and then I'll just take a few hours to edit.

[zhivchik]

[holdouthepalmofyourhand]

Unlike most of you all I wasn't a 1D fan when they were still together, I was marginally aware of them but never tried to truly pay attention. I was way into my twenties when Harry released his first album and I became his fan in a way that made me go back to listen to all of One Direction and watch everything I could find online, videos of concerts, interviews... And I got it™, I got why you all loved living through that and why you all loved the boys, and I loved them too even if in a different way.

It's impossible (or it has been to me) to be part of the Harry Styles fandom and not to pay attention and know what the other guys were doing (and parasocialy who they are), and my friends can testify on the fact that I had been worried about Liam for a while.

Liam was a lot of things for a lot of people through the years, and one thing doesn't deny the other, the boy he was when y'all remember him, when he helped shaping you as teens and children was still him, but he was also a much more complicated man than just that.

As always with fandom the most important thing is the friends you make along the way. I will always be thankful to One Direction because I owe them many friendships I have as an adult that are invaluable to me. And One Direction wouldn't have been without Liam.

I encourage you all to be kind to each other and to feel your feelings, as complicated as they might be, without shame 🩷