#this is the grief for the lost sisters

[myraremusic]

they just keep making me feel so much

[whatapunderfullife]

do we think Ruvina, goddess of winter and sorrow, took the sorrow domain after the loss of Ankarna.

Her sibling is dead, something unfathomable for a god.

Her sibling the go of summer, of warmth, or protective wrath especially towards anyone who dared harm Ruvina.

Do you think in the absence of true warmth Ruvina told the Giant races to huddle together? to keep each other warm because now the sun cannot. because isn't that what was do when we lose someone that is our everything?

we greave and pull strength from our community so that we can move forward everyday.

Lucy Frostblade was not a happy soul, but she was a kind one. Why would her god be any different.

[luck-lasts]

cherik gets ten times sadder when you realize that everytime they reunite, charles hopes that this will be the time erik stays. but erik never does. erik never chooses charles. (erik thinks they are both better off that way)

[luck-of-the-drawings]

EVERYONE SEEMS TO HAVE MOVED ON SO WELL, ITS LIKE NO ONE EVEN CARES THAT SHES GONE. ISNT ANYONE ELSE FUCKING MAD? OR CONFUSED? I WILL TEAR THIS WHOLE WORLD APART FOR AN ANSWER, SINCE NO ONE ELSE SEEMS TO WANT TO.

[anghraine]

Fun fact: Imrahil of Dol Amroth is only ever described in LOTR as Denethor and Faramir's "kinsman", with no distinction ever made between how he's related to Denethor vs to Faramir. It's only later, when Faramir briefly thinks of his long-dead mother, that she is called "Finduilas of Amroth" and we can deduce that the family connection was likely between Denethor's wife and Imrahil, making him an in-law of Denethor but blood relative of Faramir. We're still not told exactly how Imrahil and Finduilas were related, though.

I always had the impression of a certain degree of tension between Imrahil and Denethor, and also of Imrahil being particularly concerned for Faramir, but his exact relationships with them are quite vague in the narrative. A lot of the names, dates, and family connections among the members of the house of Dol Amroth that we now accept as a matter of course are mainly from a separate document published in Peoples of Middle-earth that explains the most probable origin story for the house of Dol Amroth and has an attached family tree. IIRC the entire existence of Faramir and Éowyn's son Elboron is based on his inclusion in the Dol Amroth family tree in POME and he's never referenced in LOTR (and possibly not in anything else, actually?).

Tolkien definitely did imagine Imrahil and Finduilas as siblings regardless (e.g. I think he mentions it when observing that Denethor's natural beardlessness as an Elrosian Dúnadan would be reinforced in Boromir and Faramir by their additional Elvish heritage through Imrahil's sister), but he didn't actually say it in LOTR.

I do think it's important, though, because it's with this later information that Imrahil taking charge of Faramir's fallen body is conclusively revealed to not be simply a prince rescuing a vague "kinsman" of political/military importance, but specifically a man carrying his dead sister's last surviving child from a battlefield.

(No wonder he and Éomer bonded so much, honestly!)

[avspol]

it was absolutely foul of araki to name polnareff's sister sherry (phonetically very similar to cherry) and then decide that kakyoin would be associated with cherries and that he would be like a brother to polnareff and that he would also die . why would you do that

[maybe-boys-do-love]

also just thinking about the importance for these characters of this make-shift family in Peaceful Property now that every member of the ghost busting gang (sans Suradech—where is he???) has lost their parents 🥺🥺🥺

[kendrene]

Beatrice heard it once before that the dead can only haunt the living if we let them. Maybe it had been Mother Superion telling her these words in the wake of Shannon’s abrupt passing. Beatrice can’t remember. She’s not sure she cares to, either way. 

At first it had been just Shannon’s presence shadowing her footsteps. Then Mary’s. Ava’s. Lilith, who despite being alive still already joined the endless ranks of the departed. She sees them, fingerprints all over Cat’s Cradle. Finds traces of them in everything she does. In the last book Shannon ever read, abandoned halfway through. The drawer full of empty bullet casings Mary had been in the habit of collecting. And Ava is in every laugh that comes out of the new recruits, in the jokes they tell each other to relieve tension after a test; jokes that Beatrice can’t find it in herself to laugh along.

The three of them are ghosts, and if Lilith acts as though she’s dead already, then Beatrice’s shattered heart is the mausoleum housing them all. They’re remnants, the last scraps the living scatter in their wake, and Beatrice is their graveyard. 

Presence is made all the more palpable when violence engineered the absence. Loss, if unexpected, lacks the cushioning of time. Warrior Nuns die young. Sister Warriors younger still. Beatrice had been ready for it, she’d long ago made peace with the fact she would not live to see thirty.

Nothing — not her studies, nor prayer, nor training — prepared her to become the sole survivor. 

“I don’t know how to go on without them,” she whispers to Mother Superion in confession on a late afternoon. Never again will she go to a priest. “I don’t know if I can.”

“You cannot.” Beatrice’s heart, already broken, loses another piece. “Not the way you’ve been trying to.”

“I don’t understand.”

“You live like you could go back in time to how things were.” Butter-soft light shines down on them from above, dusting Mother Superion’s shoulders gold. Beatrice squints against the radiance, looks down to the bracelet circling her wrist. Divinium blue took Shannon and Ava from her, yet here she sits, waiting for a lick of cold butane to ignite within the metal. “That’s why the world around you is a haunting.”

“I don’t—” Beatrice wets her lips. “I know none of them are coming back. I’m not stupid.”

“I didn’t say you were.” Mother Superion takes one of Beatrice’s hands in both of hers, cradling it as though she’s scooped a baby bird fallen from its nest. “Hope is the other side of grief. Hope is what drives us in the face of it, whenever the odds seem stacked impossibly high against us. Without hope you would not feel the pain of loss so keenly, but then again, what is loss if not love persevering?” 

Beatrice, who’s rarely found comfort in the physical after Shannon and before Ava, turns her face against the slope of Suzanne’s shoulder, crying quietly.

“I still don’t know what to do when something reminds me of them.” She says eventually, voice soaked through with her tears. 

Suzanne’s free hand rests warm on the crown of her head, holds her gently. “You love the pieces they have left behind for you, the memories you have of them. You feel that they haunt you because crossing paths with them has changed you. Would you rather not have met any of them at all?"

Beatrice thinks of Shannon's smile, of how nobody before had meant that amount of pride to be for her. Of Mary's steady hands, guiding her fingers around the unfamiliar weight of a gun. Of Ava's warmth next to her in their Switzerland’s bed and the subtle signs of Lilith's reluctant but genuine affection.

"No." She nods to herself, once. "I am better for having known them."

She stands, walks briskly down the sunlit nave of the church and when their footsteps echo after her own, Beatrice welcomes the company.

[flareboi]

what if purple never calls him dad

[coldlikethestars]

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[a-dream-deferred]

just found out my great aunt and her daughter have been killed in an airstrike in gaza. إنا لله وإنا إليه راجعون. الله يرحمهم ويتقبلهم شهداء

[orcelito]

Considering the. Ahem. Ways this year has gone, I've not been thinking about it all that much, but. I did start this year with the motto of Year Of Unfucking My Life. With a few goals involved in that.

I got an official adhd diagnosis, as well as a diagnosis for PCOS. Other diagnoses in progress. Gotten adhd meds and birth control to regulate periods. I've gone back to school and I'm keeping up with it better than ever before. I've even been working on practicing driving, something I've been largely neglecting since I first got my driving permit, um... 11 years ago...

I just need to actually Get my license. And I need to get it before the end of the year. If I can accomplish that, then I'll say the Year Of Unfucking My Life was successful.

[torchwood-99]

Theoden's Favourite

Going off the books, I'd say Theoden's kids are ranked accordingly;

Eomer

Merry

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Eowyn

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Theodred (kid dies and he says nothing about it)

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Idis, the daughter cut from the first draft.

[gothmiqote]

Varha keeps poking at me with more Family Lore TM as an explanation for why her current relationship with Rhaya’ra is Like That & it’s coming in the form of “actually Three of us survived the calamity physically but one is suspiciously Not Present Now & also she was definitely Rhaya’s favourite sister :)”

I don’t have a name for this sibling yet but she’s. Definitely not going to be making any present day appearances that’s for sure.

[wayward-sherlock]

thinking abt how someone’s gonna die next season but all of the characters have such complex relationships with each other that no matter what it’s going to hurt real fucking bad.

[artigas]

i'm an ordinary girl. if i think too hard about how tchaikovsky channeled all of his adoration for his sister and all of his grief over her untimely death into the sugar plum fairy's pas de deux in the nucracker, i start crying just like anybody else