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#family member death cw
fxllen-rxse · 2 months
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//Again, this week just keeps on giving... The middle finger....
//My dad's mom, my Nana, passed away last night, I guess.
My dad just tried to call me. For many reasons, including that I'm at work, I did not answer. He texted me asking to call me after work.
Out of curiosity, I jump on Facebook because I had my suspicions that this would be the case. Surely enough, someone posted about it twice. One saying it happened last night.
I half want to text him and tell him that i already saw it...
Maybe tell him I know he, my step mom, her daughter, and her daughter in law all went down to Texas to see her because the daughter in law posted and tagged them all on Facebook. Didn't even bother to offer for me to go.
I know he's hurting right now. So I'm reluctant to to confront him about it, but at the same time I'm like, "... At least you got to see her along with your wife and her daughter and daughter in law."
I'm more angry than anything, but this all really just godamn sucks...
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lazy-toad · 1 year
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So in part 31, Arthur says that he can't live for someone else. He gives that as the reason why he doesn't want to marry Bella. He can't live for someone else. Only for him to then go and live for his daughter. To make his little girl his whole life. For his whole world to end when she died
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yardsards · 11 months
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also. amber gris as a character is really important to me as an appalachian.
not just her accent or the specific type of person justin based her off of but like
the feeling of losing someone to addiction/overdose while the government does nothing to help, just criminalizes and stigmatizes and makes things worse. which obviously happens in more places than just around here, but we have one of the highest rates of overdose death in the whole country and that whole set of scenes felt like they were really informed by growing up around that
#eliot posts#taz#taz ethersea#the adventure zone#amber gris#drugs cw#death mention#i've made posts like this and deleted them cuz i never feel like i'm wording it just right but just. god.#i'm lucky enough to have never been addicted or to have a best friend or immediate family member die from it#but i've lost or nearly lost extended family to it#and it's like.#my own accent isn't that thick and neither is my immediate family's or best friends'#but i've known ppl who talked like her.#specifically a man named larry who lived with us when we were real young#for some reason especially the way amber says ''come on'' just always reminds me so strongly of larry's voice. he said that phrase a lot#he was the one who taught me to tie my shoes even after my parents lost patience with me for being 'too old' to not understand#he drank excessively like my dad did but he never got mean with us kids#he came and went a few times over the years. the final time he left was when i was in late elementary#he died of an overdose when i was in high school. i didn't feel much of anything at the time.#it had been so long since i'd seen him but also i was at a point in my life where i'd've been numb to big emotions like that anyway#so my parents got drunk about it and i did nothing. just went to school and shit as usual.#i did not expect those feelings to get dredged up by a goddamned comedy dnd podcast#but they did it well i think#even though i had to pause it to take a breather multiple times. i enjoyed it overall. cathartic i guess?
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violet-sumire · 1 year
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An absolutely horrible, evil oneshot idea
Dabi dies sometime before he can reveal his identity to the world.
Since he was such a big unknown, his genome is tested to find any relatives so the heroes might learn who he was.
Endeavor gets the worst phone call of his entire life.
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kareenvorbarra · 5 months
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family death stuff
My grandma died, she was very old and in hospice so it was not a surprise…I’m sad but I’m also worried about my dad and my grandpa, who is in his 90s and not doing particularly well physically, though his mind is still pretty sharp (unlike my grandma who’d had dementia for a few years)
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sp1resong · 9 months
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handful of scavs
in order: she/her, he/him, they/them, and he/it
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astralarias · 5 months
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christmas sucks for me now for a bunch of reasons but if I am given money that IS getting me closer to being able to go visit friends again so <3
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rivercule · 9 months
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Nancy and Ace killing one of their love interests of color and erasing any trace of her prior existence together is actually the perfect encapsulation of the show and particularly their relationship as a whole
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heartpascal · 10 months
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you totally don't have to respond to this but when i saw your post about your dog i cried for you. i lost my cat last year, i had her for 9 years so i 100% understand just how much it hurts. sending all my love and support, take all the time you need hun <33
hi lovely. i’m so so sorry for that loss :( losing any pet is just one of the worst experiences. they’re a member of the family, really. it’s a long time to spend with them!!! and being without them just feels even longer :(
i had my doggo, thor, for the past ten years. i was seven years old when was got him, and it was such an amazing experience from beginning to end!! i hope you don’t mind if i take this opportunity to talk about him!! i’ll put it under a cut!
and know, if any of you, but also you madi, ever want to talk about your pets (here or not!), my dms will always be open to you. well. about anything, really, but my pets have always been my pride and joy
so. thor was a little dog (despite how the name makes him sound!!) and we rescued him when he was around a year old!! his old home was awful, and he’d never been outside before :( (the lady who had him was VERY ill, and should’ve never had pets to begin with… but alas.)
my mum was his favourite person. i like to think i was a close second!
he was the fun police, always barking if we were louder than he liked lol, or telling us off if we were just being little shits. we have cats (3!!!) and he absolutely thought he was one of them. he used to clean his eyes like a cat :’)
he was poorly for quite a while a year or so ago, but never has there been a stronger doggo than him! he improved so much, and i’m just happy that the last year of his life was happy, and he didn’t deteriorate too much before the end :(
anyway. he never used to be a very playful dog!! i remember once getting angry at him (when i was about 8) because he took my favourite teddy outside and was nearly shredding it!!! but he was quickly forgiven, and the teddy was saved. but i got a little wind up bunny rabbit as a joke gift last august and i have NEVRR seen that dog as excited by something (toy-wise) as he was by that. he loved it. i used to sit on the floor for ages (dodgy knees, hips and back be damned) just to wind it up for him every 20 odd seconds!!!
it’s really weird not to hear him following my mum around, or not to see him curled up in the bed in the front room when i come downstairs, or to come into the house and not have him barking to let everyone know somebody was coming in.
but i know he was very very loved. and i will continue to love him forever :(
anyways. apologies for that!!! but it’s hard to talk to the family about it because when we try, it’s just a mess of tears. this is .. easier!! and nice to tell people (if anyone made it this far) about the amazing little dog he was <3
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ambitionbled-arch · 6 months
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So the reason I'm in a mood is I fucking hate social media. And honestly if you post about people's death on social media before it's released to the fucking family, I think you're one of the lowest pieces of scum on the planet.
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obstinatecondolement · 9 months
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I'm extremely high strung and emotional at the moment, for reasons possibly related to my uterus wandering around my body and strangling my brain, and have been constantly having such very chill and normal thoughts as, "What a cruel joke to be born into a world where siblings have to bury each other. Nothing could possibly hurt me more. Oh god, I hope I die before her" when hanging out with my sister and talking about her current Stardew Valley save file.
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outstanding-quotes · 2 months
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My kitten baby a few summer ago, chillin on a copy of Mary Oliver’s Devotions
You and I will always be back then 💖
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selfshippingquotes · 2 years
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S/I: What happened?
Sibling F/O: You have to guess.
S/I: Why? Just tell me!
Sibling F/O: Okay, fine. Parental F/O is in the hospital.
S/I: Why would you make me guess that?
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fishboythyo · 3 months
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losing a plamt is such a gorrible feeling. i want plants but i am very bad at keeping up witj caring for them.
i had a beautiful succulent and i was at my girlfriends for too long and now its dead and i feel so so bad.
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smokedanced · 8 months
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like a really quick and dirty summary of iris's mass effect verse so i can post a fucking interactions call-
grows up as a duct rat with her brother, on the citadel, meaning their mom dies much earlier in the timeline than usual. orphan kids trying to survive on the citadel kinda shittery.
when will (her big brother) is in his older teens, they have a better life, with him managing to find work here and there. never an apartment of their own, but often a room, and no immediate risk of starving. this continues into iris later managing to acquire odd jobs here and there as well, until they are in their twenties.
will dies, as usual, when iris is circa 22. in this verse, he's killed as the victim of a mugging. c-sec fails to properly conduct an investigation. there never is a sense of justice. no one gets arrested.
sometime later, cerberus recruits iris, using her grief as leverage. she's not important, but they want people in general, so someone gives it a shot with her.
she never aligns with cerberus's humanity first mindset but since she's been failed by law enforcement, it feels like she's doing something, working for someone who actually wants to get shit done. she's not involved in any anti-alien branches or any terribly unethical jobs, that she knows of, at least; she works as a laboratory assistant, and later as a security guard, cerberus giving her combat and tech training.
potential ME2 recruit. details can vary and be plotted to be specific, or she can be found at a random cerberus base of a shadier kind, where she goes against her own and begins fighting on shepard's team's side as combat begins, or possibly can be talked to/warns shepard's squad about something before combat. cerberus doing something definitely less ethical on a base she is assigned a security guard at, she wants out. she's good with pistols, several types of offensive and defensive tech, etc.
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So fun fact about my grandpa's funeral /s
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6 days before the fact, we were informed that we could have a slideshow playing during the funeral. My grandma was interested in that, so we got to work.
It was recommended that we include about 50 photos. Definitely no more, but everyone told me it was nightmarish whenever there weren't enough photos of the deceased and the few available played on repeat. The only issue was... being that my grandma is 94 years old, the large majority of the photos we had were printed.
We didn't have a scanner. We didn't have time to get them scanned somewhere (where?). So whenever I had time to sit in front of the computer during those ~6 days, my mission was to:
take a photo of each photo with my phone
personally. i was the only one whose phone had a good enough camera, and i was the only one with enough common sense to use good enough lighting every time.
add them to a google drive
edit the horrors caused by the fact that those were photos of photos from my phone
The computer? A 9 years-old laptop belonging to my brother that you could hear screaming from the next room. I got started by Googling "some guy recreated photoshop online tumblr" and finding out that one program/site is called Photopea.
Each action took a minimum of one minute to load. Some of the photos were very difficult to salvage (aka the few photos that were taken by someone other by me. No please go ahead take your photo in the darkest room in the house. I don't mind.) but I still wound up doing a very clean job, and some of the photos, you couldn't tell were... a photo of a glossy photo with a smartphone.
The only person who sent us digitalised photos was my cousin, and this caused her to be way over-represented in the slideshow.
After taking these notes:
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...I had two of them disappear under mysterious circumstances. You're not even the favourite grandchild.
As a note, I tried to get my brother, who was still at home and is supposed to be great at Photoshopping, to edit some of the photos. He half-assed it, didn't understand the assignment, and I wound up having to do it again anyway.
I worked hard, and I guess it was somehow expected of me, because no one but my mom seemed to really acknowledge the hard and specific work I was given.
One last fun fact before I go: I was the last person to see my grandpa alive. On the day we learned he might die, after spending hours by his side in the hospital, my grandma started feeling unwell. When we brought her downstairs where the A/C was on, I left some stuff in the room, to make sure we couldn't possibly leave without coming back to say goodbye. My grandma felt uncomfortable coming back, when at this point he was in a coma. I went back upstairs alone, and I was the last person to tell him goodbye.
I sort of knew it might turn out to be the case. That's why I tried to speak loudly and slowly, on the off-chance he could still hear me. Still, this lives with me. I'm really not that special, I wasn't that impactful in my grandpa's life, but in his last moments I was the only one who managed to communicate with him, who took care to understand his difficult speech, who spoke back in a comprehensible voice. As it turned out, I was the very last person to speak to him at all.
During the ceremony, I decided against walking up to his coffin to traditionally "say goodbye" before the incineration. I already had. My brother asked about it, but he was understanding of my decision. The slideshow was playing in the background: they used a surprisingly good screen, and everyone thought the photos looked great. It wound up playing a few times in a row. I knew I was in three photos, though one is a group photo where I'm barely visible, so closer to two; one where I was a kid, and one where I was probably 18. The thought played and replayed in my mind that it might fuck me up if when they push the coffin out of the room, the last photo on-screen as he leaves the room is one with me.
...You probably get why I'm even mentioning this. Somehow, that it was the photo where I was already an adult made it sting even more.
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