#▐ ✠ ┆letters of remembrance.
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In the novel where Norman is very very sick when he was little, Ray is afraid that Isabella may be forced to send Norman to the QG, right? But Norman wouldn't be killed and eaten then: he's too smart, they would want to keep him alive as long than possible so his brain would be at his best. He would probably be kept asleep until he was healed, and would be send back to the orphenage after that, right? It's just Ray who thinks it means obligatory death? or it 100% means death?
Krone's story in the second light novel touches upon the protocol for when a child is seriously ill:
So it's difficult but not impossible to send them back to the plants. And with Norman being the first child in Grace Field's recorded history to excel by the metrics they measure from his very first test at age four, it seems highly unlikely they would kill him prematurely even if Peter hadn't taken a special interest in him. They might have sedated him enough so his time at headquarters was like a fever haze where he wouldn't be sure what was real and what was fake, or they might have kept him there until he turned twelve, but killing him early seems foolish with the sunk cost put into him and his potential.
(TPN Light Novel 1: A Letter from Norman - “The Day Emma Cried”)
Ray's working with limited information, though, and the fear of losing Norman is very real to him, even if it isn't necessarily to imminent death.
#RE going out to look for the flower is so precious 🥺🤧 little babies toddling around in the dark for their bff#they're like 7yos here but w/e; toddlin'#naehja#The Promised Neverland#Yakusoku no Neverland#TPN#TPN Ray#TPN Norman#Pre-Canon#TPN Light Novels#A Letter from Norman#The Day Emma Cried#Moms' Song of Remembrance#Searching for the Skies of Freedom#FSS Chatter#FSS Asks#Norman#Ray#Farm System#Norray#for tagging purposes
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scrolling back through my liveblogging of the day of the nyc concert because of recent notifications and its such a fun mixed bag of emotions to relive it all again
#helloooooo pineapple in my notes i do not mind the likes and reblogs <3#but it was such a crazy day that day of the show. so much happened#i also didn't remember that the day before the concert is when my bus got messed up and was taking me back to ny#and i had to get a car service home and everything#and then there was the concert the next day!#and what i had done was worked monday. took all of tuesday off for the concert. got like maybe 4 hour of sleep if that#and then went back to work wednesday. stupid#it worked out fine lol but i dont think id do it that way again idk#other remembrances of the day:#my biggest regret is getting all worked up abt my stupid letter that never got to them anyway like jeez. obviously i still enjoyed the show#but still. OH and i missed out on getting the latte pinback buttons#not the biggest deal but i did want those. i was just awkwardly standing around before the nyc show#and the merch line was always super long anyway#what else. oh i wish i could have met those of you that were there. but next time! im cooler now so next time.#the show itself was crazyyyy. again so fun and surreal#one of the tags on my original review was something along the lines of me having not been this excited since i was a kid#and it was really like that. like it really was that absolute pure overjoyed excitement that i haven't felt for a long time#i felt the same at the hollywood bowl. just having so much fun (missing it now lol 🥲)#cant remember if i mentioned this before but when i was standing outside the stage door i saw both spike lee and adam driver leave backstage#adam driver is Tall. i didnt even recognize him at first fdhgkgkg#anyway. some thoughts almost a year later wow!
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letter from the past
former car dealership,
small town in province of limbourg,
the netherlands // 03-2014
© 2014 waidwund-photo
#photographers on tumblr#original photographers#obsolete concepts#kleinstadtangst#letter from the past#fossil remembrance#waidwund photo#josch schlegel#traces of human life
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LETTERS FROM AN AMERICAN
May 28, 2023
HEATHER COX RICHARDSON
MAY 28, 2023
Tomorrow is Memorial Day, the day Americans have honored since 1868, when we mourn those military personnel who have died in the service of the country—that is, for the rest of us.
For me, one of those people is Beau Bryant.
When we were growing up, we hung out at one particular house where a friend’s mom provided unlimited peanut butter and fluff sandwiches, Uno games, iced tea and lemonade, sympathetic ears, and stories. She talked about Beau, her older brother, in the same way we talked about all our people, and her stories made him part of our world even though he had been killed in World War II 19 years before we were born.
Beau’s real name was Floyston, and he had always stepped in as a father to his three younger sisters when their own father fell short.
When World War II came, Beau was working as a plumber and was helping his mother make ends meet, but in September 1942 he enlisted in the Army Air Corps. He became a staff sergeant in the 322nd Bomber Squadron, 91st Bomb Group, nicknamed "Wray's Ragged Irregulars" after their commander Col. Stanley T. Wray. By the time Beau joined, the squadron was training with new B-17s at Dow Army Airfield near Bangor, Maine, and before deploying to England he hitchhiked three hours home so he could see his family once more.
It would be the last time. The 91st Bomb Group was a pioneer bomb group, figuring out tactics for air cover. By May 1943 it was experienced enough to lead the Eighth Air Force as it sought to establish air superiority over Europe. But the 91st did not have adequate fighter support until 1944. It had the greatest casualty rate of any of the heavy bomb squadrons.
Beau was one of the casualties. On August 12, 1943, just a week before his sister turned 18, while he was on a mission, enemy flak cut his oxygen line and he died before the plane could make it back to base. He was buried in Cambridge, England, at the Cambridge American Cemetery and Memorial, the military cemetery for Americans killed in action during WWII. He was twenty years old.
I grew up with Beau’s nephews and nieces, and we made decades of havoc and memories. But Beau's children weren't there, and neither he nor they are part of the memories.
Thinking about our untimely dead is hard enough, but I am haunted by the holes those deaths rip forever in the social fabric: the discoveries not made, the problems not solved, the marriages not celebrated, the babies not born.
I know of this man only what his sister told me: that he was a decent fellow who did what he could to support his mother and his sisters. Before he entered the service, he once spent a week’s paycheck on a dress for my friend’s mother so she could go to a dance.
And he gave up not only his life but also his future to protect American democracy against the spread of fascism.
I first wrote about Beau when his sister passed, for it felt to me like another kind of death that, with his sisters now all gone, along with almost all of their friends, soon there would be no one left who even remembered his name.
But something amazing happened after I wrote about him. People started visiting Beau’s grave in England, leaving flowers, and sending me pictures of the cross that bears his name.
So he, and perhaps all he stood for, will not be forgotten after all.
May you have a meaningful Memorial Day.
[Photo by Carole Green.]
LETTERS FROM AN AMERICAN
HEATHER COX RICHARDSON
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“I think we grew up believing that loving someone more than they love us is a weakness”
The phone call wasn’t meant to make us cry, but there it was, the tightening in my nose. “We grew up seeing mom care more and pop basically torturing her for it.”
A pause on the line, loaded with thought, then a quiet acquiescence: “yeah, that’s exactly it.”
“You know, after months of hurting myself and dark dark thoughts, I finally came to the conclusion that loving more is not something I should feel ashamed about. It wasn’t my fault anything ended, and I could rest easy knowing that I loved in the best way I knew how. And even though that love wasn’t reciprocated, it still didn’t change the fact that I did my best.”
It’s strange how different people who share the same genetics and the same general childhood are…how different and how so damn similar.
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Letter from the Pleading Child
Dear Prince Alef,
It’s me! It’s your friend, Bairn. Are you okay? I haven’t seen you in a while. Did I do something wrong? Is that why we haven’t been playing together? If it was something I did, I’m sorry. I miss you a lot.
Can you talk to your Papa about something? Mama was taken away by the guards. I’m scared and I don’t know where she is. I’m alone and only have my dolls. She hasn’t been back in a few days and I’m scared and hungry. Can your Papa have my Mama given back to me? I miss her.
I hope you’re okay, Prince Alef. Please write back to me soon.
From your friend,
Bairn
#I gave the name Bairn to the Pleading Child#It literally means child in Celtic#the reason Alef stopped playing with him was because Resh had him locked up in his room almost all the time#and Alef never got the letters from Bairn#Resh made sure of that#and when Bairn made it to the Vault for shelter with the others#the Remembrance Guide didn't have the heart to tell him that Alef was destroyed by the Darkstone#Sky: Children of the Light#sky: cotl#season of remembrance#alef#prince alef#resh#king resh#pleading child
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“I held you as Keats + Christ + Elijah + my Colonel + my father confessor + Amenophis IV in profile. What’s that mathematically?
In effect, it is this: that I love you, dispassionately, so much, so very much, dear fellow, that the blasting little smile you wear on reading this can’t hurt me in the least.
If you consider what the above Names have severally done for me, you will know what you are doing. And you have fixed my Life - however short. You did not light me: I was always a mad comet; but you have fixed me. I spun round you a satellite for a month, but I shall swing out soon, a dark star in the orbit where you will blaze.”
Wilfred Owen (1893-1918) to Siegfried Sassoon (1886-1967)
“W’s death was an unhealed wound and the ache of it has been with me ever since. I wanted him back - not his poetry.”
Siegfried Sassoon (1886-1967) on the death of Wilfred Owen (1893-1918)
#gifs from the film Benediction#not a poem but still poetry#ww1#wilfred owen#remembrance#war poetry#siegfried sassoon#love#grief#lgbtq history#war letters
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h. hermes
#🌙.rambles#flowers. the night sky that night. under the stars#his voice. oh my god#hermes is so goddamn soft n gentle n he's so kind at heart#INFP FROM THAT MBTI DATABASE N. YEAH. DEFINITELY JUST LIKE ME FRFR#my affection for him is so#god for all ffxiv charas it's different n unique for each one but#my top 5 all-time favs#who would be emet & hermes & alphinaud & aymeric & haurchefant#haurche's the one with the painful loss in a way. of something you'll never have again but that fondness will forever remain#aymeric is attraction on. charisma. and something nostalgic. admiration too. the most romantic one i'd say from my favs#alphinaud's my bb boy. him being the youngest of ^ has that. shyness i think. of being more similar n on the same level.#attraction would be more masked compared to aymeric & haurchefant.#n. wait. ok so late night walks in the cold night with haurchefant. comfortable warm and romantic dinners with aymeric#alphinaud would be. more soft n subtle. reminiscing together on the past. n. holding hands. petting head bcs he is so Short#alphinaud's v intelligent n. goddamn he's the closest to my type bcs he's also simultaneously so creative#he Writes. letters. n then he's canonically good at painting too like DAMN BRO#as a character i think he's the type that. very capable yes but. gentle support. loving reassurance.#emet's the one with a lot more angst in a painful way that. we're on opposite ends. we. hmm. azemet. that's the angst#his character themes. the dramaticness n the theatrics n the focus on truth ('angel of truth') n remembrance#subtle fondness. painful longing.#longing. oh my god#the way he smiles in those cutscenes. talking and remembering of those he loved and lost. from the end of a world#familiarity. between one who remembers n another that ressembles their lost lover#the way they expressed emet's character in shb is so special to me.#fuck wait i left hermes for last 🫣🥹#stargazing. crying in each other's arms. a pain you too can only upon up with#comfort / in knowing you are not alone. pain / in knowing that it too will end. everything will.#but. hermes with the flowers. he likes apples. god he's just such a gentle n soft character n it tears me apart#his character with birds. creating one in a way. blue.
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Hello!! I'm really sorry, but could you do a summary of the Krone and Isabella light novels? I can't find anywhere to read them. thank you so much!!
No need to apologize, happy to help!
I've talked about the contents of the first light novel here. Almost all of it is available either translated in text or via sound dramas with English subtitles. The exception is the "NER in Bird Cages" story, which is only available in English as a summary.
I've provided a general overview of the second light novel here, as well a link to the masterlist of TPN content for the English-speaking fandom. The first half is dedicated to Isabella, and the second half to Krone, though if you've read chapter 181.2, you'll already be familiar with most of it.
If one of the stories is part of the content of a post, I'll usually tag it as light novels, the title of the light novel in question, and the title of the specific story. (e.g., TPN Light Novels + Moms' Song of Remembrance + The Starry Sky and Leslie's List)
Here's all the light novels laid out with their story tags (with the exception of the fourth one because I've only read the half that's translated):
Light Novel 1: A Letter from Norman
• "The Ghost Incidents at Grace Field House" - Norman reminiscences about his earliest memory with Emma and Ray, when they were about three or four, trying to solve the mystery of the spooky occurrences around the house.
• "The Day Emma Cried" - Norman recalls an incident when he was about seven and became terribly ill retrieving Emma’s handkerchief during a rainstorm. Thinking he’s on death’s doorstep, with Isabella’s permission (to both appease Emma and test Ray’s loyalty), Emma and Ray go out to find the miracle cure, a white flower that only blooms at night.
• "NER in Bird Cages" - Norman muses how he's never seen Ray cry before he remembers the incident where they rescued an injured bird sometime after Emma's ninth birthday. Ray deals with the grief of not being able to save his beloved older sister, Susan, if he wants to save Emma's and Norman's lives.
• "A Gift from the 39th Girl" - The Grace Field kids secretly work on putting together a gift for Norman’s eleventh birthday.
Light Novel 2: Moms' Song of Remembrance
• "The Starry Sky and Leslie's List" - Isabella's story where she remembers helping Leslie with a list of goals he set out to accomplish over the course of two days before he's shipped out. She also reflects on her relationships with Ray and Sarah.
• "Searching for the Skies of Freedom" - Krone's story; chapter 181.2 is a retelling of this.
Light Novel 3: Records of Comrades
• "Two Paths" - The story of how Lucas and Yuugo's group acquired the tea set we see Yuugo with in the bunker, interspersed with scenes of Lucas interacting with Emma and Yuugo interacting with Ray during the present timeline.
• "Two Wills" - Gillian and Nigel's story of their earlier days at Goldy Pond when they both lost their sisters, Lala and Emilia.
• "Two Destinies" - The story of how Mujika and Sonju met and how Leuvis inadvertently ended the farm system and thousand-year promise because he was bored.
Light Novel 4: Films of Memories
• "The Days to Celebrate"
• "Operation Stormy Night" - The Grace Field children reminiscence about the night their older siblings helped them feel safe during a particularly bad storm.
• "Ray and Conny" - The Grace Field kids are telling Emma about their life at Grace Field house when Conny comes up. Ray recalls to himself how he helped three-year-old Conny adjust to sleeping in the larger shared bedrooms with some indirect help from Susan. It's a story only he and Norman know now.
• "The Chess Proverb" - Ray teaches Norman how to play chess, and Emma and Norman join in a match with Ray against Isabella. Serves as a metaphor for how each of them approaches a problem and how they balance each other out when they work together.
• "Don and Gilda"
• "The Guiding Star" - The story that explains how the trio got on the roof for the chapter 119 cover art and the comfort they each draw from the stars.
Finally, here's my general tag navigation page that's hopefully accessible on mobile as well as desktop.
#if not ig I'll have to make an actual post instead#been meaning to do that for all my short-form essay posts/longer responses#in the event people want have an easier time sorting through those without having to scroll through the entire FSS Chatter tag#FSS Asks#FSS Chatter#The Promised Neverland#TPN Light Novels#A Letter from Norman#Moms' Song of Remembrance#The Starry Sky and Leslie's List#Searching for the Skies of Freedom#TPN 181.2#Records of Comrades#Films of Memories#The Guiding Star#TPN Isabella#TPN Krone#Long Post#TPN 119#The Chess Proverb#The Ghost Incidents at Grace Field House#The Day Emma Cried#NER in Bird Cages#A Gift from the 39th Girl#TPN Two Paths#TPN Two Wills#TPN Two Destinies#TPN Ray and Conny (Light Novel Story)#probably ended up being way longer of an answer than you wanted anon my bad
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originally read as a speech during trans day of remembrance 2023. some lies were cut to protect privacy.
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I have tried to write this speech multiple times. Each time I write it, something is wrong. My heart isn’t in the words, my heart is too much in the words, or there are no words that can capture how this day is discussed. My heart mourns for all those we have lost. Each name adds a weight on my shoulders. I know that I am not the only one who feels immense sorrow over this. Many of you do too. You’ve probably also struggled with finding hope for the future. On this solemn day, I want to try and offer some hope.
As I mentioned before, I work with youth in the community. There have been days where I wanted to stay in bed after watching the news. Yet, I still rise and see those kids because they help me realize how important my life is.
To these kids, they don’t see an adult who cries over every sad news story. They see a proud, trans, queer adult who is living. They see someone who was able to make it out of high school and create a career. They see someone who was able to surround themself with other trans and queer people. They see what life could be like for them. Every achievement you make, no matter how small it is, is a testament to the next generation that change, life, and healing are possible.
On days you struggle, remember this. Remind your trans friends that they matter, even to kids they will never meet. Your life, your friend’s life, are acts of defiance against a system that does not want us to live. It tries to choke us with laws and regulations, but we will grow. We are here, we always have been, and we will not stop now.
#trans day of remembrance#transgender#speech#writing#letters to the world#i love you#trans people#i love you so much
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🦋 Sending love to my beautiful Aunt🌷
Hello again, Aunt Ying
You know…I can still feel your presence whenever I see a butterfly, especially those bright lovely ones.
It was you, isn’t it, Aunty, on that fine morning in early October? You were resting on the front gate for at least fifteen minutes. I was pleasantly surprised by the visit of this lovely butterfly. Its wings were bright yellow and orange at the side and the rest was…
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#aunt#beautiful#butterfly#gratitude#letter to heaven#life#life and living#memory#quotes#remembrance#sending love#tribute
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A Letter To My Beloved | HTTYD | WWII AU | Heathlegs Fanfic
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Title: A Letter To My Beloved
Summary: Fishlegs writes his wife, Heather, a letter from his bunk on the carrier USS Berk as he departs from Pearl Harbor for war exercises, eager to dream about the future with her.
[Three-Shot] [Rated T for content and slight angst] [WWII AU]
Warnings: Slight Angst in Chapter 2
Rating: T
Chapter(s): 3
Word Count: 1,400 words
Status: Complete
Characters: Fishlegs Ingerman, Heather, Dagur the Deranged (mentioned), OFC (mentioned), Astrid Hofferson (mentioned), and Hiccup Haddock III
Relationships: Fishlegs/Heather, Hiccup/Astrid (mentioned), Dagur/OFC (mentioned).
#minlout3heathlegs3ruffthrokfan#httyd#httyd fanfic#a letter to my beloved#httyd heathlegs#wwii au#three-shot#httyd fandom#heathlegs#heathlegs fanfic#httyd fanfics#heathlegs fanfics#letters#love letters#dreamworks dragons#race to the edge#world war 2#world war II#pearl harbor#pearl harbor remembrance day#pacific war#aircraft carrier#angst in chapter 2#happy ending in chapter 3#fishlegs ingerman#fishlegs#heather#astrid hofferson#astrid#hiccup haddock
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During Ukrainian President Volodymyr Zelenskyy’s visit to Canada last Friday, House Speaker Anthony Rota introduced Hunka as a Canadian-Ukrainian war hero, prompting a standing ovation from parliamentarians.[...]
In a letter to Poland’s Institute of National Remembrance, a body that researches and investigates past crimes against the Polish nation, Czarnek asked it to “urgently examine” whether Hunka is wanted for crimes against Polish people of Jewish origin, adding that “signs of such crimes are grounds to apply to Canada for his extradition.”
Canadian Prime Minister Justin Trudeau told media the situation was “extremely upsetting” and “deeply embarrassing” for Canada.
26 Sep 23
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I fall away so fast
Descending from your presence
Like reckless Icarus
I have flown too close to the sun
And I am scorched for it
Skin evaporating from my bones
I dug too deep
Dove too far
I got to close.
It was never meant to happen
Our stars should have just circled
No collision planned
Just another cosmic dance
But I am foolish and greedy
I wanted more (in some ways I still do).
I cannot claim naïvety
I knew what I was doing.
But I was torn
Head and heart always at war
weapons drawn on one another
And I couldn’t decide
Do I fall, but gently?
An autumn leaf in a floating dance towards the ground?
Or do I stand firm?
The lone tower on the windswept cliff.
It seems I always do it wrong.
I always have.
It’s the pull towards chaos
And the free rein I grant myself
And now?
After a sobering reminiscence of past follies
I can do nothing without a veil of shame and self loathing.
I am learning my lesson once again
And it’s just as painful as it was then.
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