#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

[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.

[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

[lesbianherald]

I was thinking... It seems to me that you mostly like the post-canon character states of Jayce and Viktor? I think you like the more confident and self-aware post-trauma Jayce (when he is present) and the more insecure Viktor, or... As if he has an enormous guilt to overcome.

Will there ever be something more naive from you with their more naive, hopeful and yearning versions?

Coming home (but not to you)

(also, i do have something planned for after my medieval au if the hyperfixation is strong enough and the fandom doesn't tire me out)

update im adding to this because i cant stop thinking about it do people find my coming home jayce... confident? i was very much going for an 'i'm sorry for my migraines' and 'when I'm in the airport in the security I think I magically have a gun' kind of vibe KDLFJHSDkl

also said this in the tags but season 2 didn't even start coming out until chapter 11 the full thing wasn't out until chapter 12 so if they came off post canon inspired that is very unintentional DKJFHSLDFj

[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.

[rbtlvr]

smth ive been thinking abt for a while now is the whole... thing abt the isat party being the same ppl as the sasasap party. and the wording of that i guess?

and it just always feels a little weird to me, like because theyre the same people loop is wrong for grieving them or something. which i absolutely dont think is what anyone is Actually saying but i have a lot of thoughts about the subject anyway kla;jfldksjfk

like. when it comes to stuff like loop feeling like they 'killed' their party, thats one thing. because adrienne has confirmed that there is only one timeline and it just rewinds to the beginning every time. so if loop feels like their wish killed their party, then why is that any different from any other loop resetting? how is that any different than any of isatfrins loops resetting? (answer: its not)

and there are points to be made depending on your view of the differences between sasasap and isat (like. the layout of the house, the strength of the king, that kinda thing) and whether you think those differences are a result of the universe rewriting things for isatfrin to make it easier because of loopfrins wish, or if they arent actually differences, just things loopfrin is remembering things differently

because in the former case, like. yes time was technically 'just' rewound, its not an entirely new reality, thats canon regardless. but if things were rewritten to that degree upon time rewinding then. like. there is a point to be made about them not really being the same people, even if just slightly

BUT. for this post i am operating under the assumption that it was just Memory Issues on loopfrins part, regardless of what i actually believe to be the case in canon, for simplicitys sake. which in this case would mean the parties quite literally are the exact same people due to how the timeline works

but like… the isat party still isnt loops party. because theyre siffrins party, and loop isnt siffrin anymore (imo they stopped being 'siffrin' a long time before they officially became 'loop', but thats a whole separate post). they still lost the people they knew, all the experiences they had with them, because - like loop says in twohats - none of those things happened to loop. they happened to siffrin

the party doesnt know loop. doesnt recognize loop. doesnt remember any of the experiences they had together as happening with loop

and like, that feels a little bit different to me than siffrin being sad that none of the party remembers the things they talked abt during the loops (like. family runs and stuff like that. i think theres definitely things he is very glad they DONT remember. looks at end of kingquest). which is absolutely valid to feel sad about too, because they still lost those experiences with their family. but its different, because at the end of the day, siffrins family still recognizes him as siffrin, as their friend. and loop doesnt have that

idk. i just have a lot of emotions and thoughts abt complicated grief. the people you love are right here but they dont know you. you lost them but you also didnt but also you really did. yeah

[drathe]

Little cat update:

Our new vet told us it might be that Marquise had just a very bad inflammation/infection and she was most likely misdiagnosed. She’s eating well, she’s gained almost a kilogram (from 2,3kg to 3kg), she has no issues at all, she’s just a happy little cat. Bloodwork showed change in her white cells but the doc said not to be too alarmed because it might be an allergy (she was sneezing when we cleaned the house and used air refreshers, now they’re removed and sneezing is occasional) and she shows only signs of improvement. Now we are giving her half a dose of her medicine and if everything goes well, she’s gonna be off it soon 😭

I know being a doc is hard and it’s often just a guessing game and eliminating process but man, I am a bit salty. I feel like everything we were trying to tell the previous doctor was just dismissed and in the end it made everything worse. So yeah, if you guys feel like you’re not being listened to, look for a second opinion.

Also have some pics of my bibi being her chill self (feat the stinky ferret)

[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