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penny-weiss · 1 year

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What They Have Lost

The Loss of Family

The Loss of Home

The Loss of a Friend

The Loss of Yourself

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petitelepus · 1 year

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For Belowed Sire

It was First Aid's job to tell you, but Ratchet had said that he would do it. No reason to put a medic as young as him through this yet anyway. Ratched looked at you, sitting by the Medbay's doors.

You were staring into space, not paying attention to anything around you. The old medic sighed as he approached you and once he had your attention he told you the bad news. Your sire was gone.

You were heartbroken, that much was obvious. He watched you stare at him with your optics wide open before coolant rose to your bright optics and started streaming down your pretty face. You hugged Ratchet as you started to cry your optics out, letting all your emotions loose.

Someone who you loved and who loved you was gone and there was nothing you or anyone could have done to prevent that... At least the two of you had managed to share the last words of love together...

Ratchet wasn't good with these kinds of things. He was used to losing patients but he was never good at comforting the family of the lost ones.

Gently, the medic hugged you back and pet your helm. He told you how good you were, how strong you were for your sire’s sake.

He would have been so proud of you for being so brave for him. He no doubt had so many things to say to you. So many ways to say how much he loved you... There was no doubt that he loved you until the very end...

Ratchet makes sure that if you need any medical help then you should head to Medbay and if you need some grief counseling then Rung would be there for you.

That should be enough yet Ratchet still offers to come with you to see Rung and be there by your side when you need him. He feels like your well-being is his number one priority. He cares for you and wants you to get better. No matter what, he will be by your side, much like the spirit of your sire.

#ANGST #transformers #Transformers MTMTE #mtmte #first aid #ratchet #reader #sad #loss of family member #loss of family #A short story for a friend #I hope you feel better

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deadcaffeinatedpoets · 2 years

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Grief sneaks up on you, it sneaks up on when you finally have stopped thinking about it, it hits you in full force, all the walls you built again are broken and when you ask yourself why? it’s only because you remembered how your mother smiled while eating pakoras in the rain, it’s only because you remembered how she used to feed you even when she was sick, it’s only because you remembered how she used to think about you before even thinking about herself and it’s because you can’t go and hug her ever again,you can’t put your head in the crook of her neck while she comforts you after a nightmare, you can’t fight with her one last time, you can’t touch her ever again and you’re slowly forgetting her scent and her voice, the memories are slipping away like sand from your hand while you are trying to hold on so hard.

#grief #grief quotes #nostalgia #mine #loss #loved ones #loss of family

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whump-captain · 2 years

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No. 7 - The way you shake and shiver

Shaking hands | Seizures | Silent panic attack

1k words | OC: Ghost Ambulance, Apocalypse, Run storyline following directly from here

ok of this one i am Certain it doesn't make that much sense. but we're killing our perfectionism here baybeeee

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CN: lady whump, emotional whump, angst, panic attack, hyperventilation, past death of family members, past grief, mentioned gunshot, apocalyptic setting

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The two lights are alternating in glowing slow motion. As one fades in, the world gains a magenta tint that paints spirals in the swirling smoke. The other one replaces it when it fades out and at that, everything goes blue. Then the red blurs in again. Then it blurs out.

There is sound, too, but Elaine can't hear it. The buzz of commotion is muted, as if coming to her from under a thick blanket, as if she's five years old again and hiding her head under a pillow to stop the world from bringing her any more news. Her hands are numb, as if she's bitten her nails until they bled. But she hasn't done it in so long, so she must be fifteen again and the ambulance's open back door must be a ravenous maw, ready to swallow another person she cares about, devour them, and only spit back the news that they have died and left her alone again.

She can't breathe.

She stands motionless among the ruins and the cracks on the asphalt blur together in her eyes. Her lungs have no space to expand. There's an grip around her ribcage and it hurts, a piercing pain as if she's the one who just got shot. Everything rushes around her, like she's the one being wheeled away on a stretcher. Everything is swaying and they're pushing that stretcher into the devouring dark and Cutter is going to die, she knows it, because nobody who disappears in an ambulance ever comes back to her alive; and the air is so hot she can't stand to take another breath, she's frozen still and she can't breathe. Her face is wet and so are her hands and oh, Gods, she killed someone; she attacked without thinking because there was a gunshot and she had to protect them and Joy could have died too but that's no excuse; and there are hands on her shoulders but it must be fake because everyone who loves her is dead; and the voice barely makes it through the pounding of her heart but it's so sharp and high and like a melody, and it repeats something, rhythmical like the swaying all around her:

"Breathe," it says. "Elaine, you're okay. Just breathe."

The shivering blur of her vision gathers, a single stain of colour forms a face in tear-glazed soft focus. Joy is there, right in front of her. She's alive, she's holding her shoulders, but there's soot and blood all over her clothes and she's crying too, and she could be hurt, and-

"Breathe," Joy repeats. "Sit down. You're okay."

Gentle pressure is enough to buckle Elaine's knees and Joy sits down with her. "Come on," she says. "I'll count for you. Breathe in now."

She raises her hand and counts slowly: one, two, three, four, five. Elaine can't focus on anything but the blood staining the fingers that she raises with each number. Pain constricts her chest again and she opens her mouth to speak but her voice dissipates like smoke.

"Breathe in," Joy says. "One, two…"

Elaine forces herself to look her in the eyes. How are they so calm even through the tears, how is she counting so steadily, how can someone go for so long without breathing and how does she even begin to get her lungs to obey her again? Where does she start? There's number one again, maybe this is the place. But the moment's passed, now it's three, four, five. But then it's one again and she gasps, like a drowned woman discovering air all anew.

Once she starts inhaling, she can't stop. Her chest hurts so she keeps gasping and the world wobbles again - but Joy's voice is still there. Counting. Repeating.

"You're okay. Just breathe. You're okay."

Over and over. Until Elaine believes her. Until she remembers that she has to breathe out, too, and waits for another number one to let out air on a long, shuddering hiss.

"That's good." Joy's voice is gentle, even. "Now in."

She leads Elaine through it breath by breath: five seconds in, five seconds out. Then, slowly, the world begins to gain detail again and as Elaine's heartbeat slows, she realizes her hands are shaking. She feels it rather than sees and she's not brave enough to look down and find them covered in blood. Instead, she takes in Joy's face, allowing her presence to become fact. She's here and she's okay. She's got one of Elaine's hands in hers and their fingers stick together but the warmth of her skin is enough to keep Elaine anchored to the cracked asphalt and the biting smoke. The flowing tears do nothing to ease the burning in her eyes.

She wants to explain, but she can't force her words out. Her body feels impossibly heavy now and she sways with a sudden rush of departing adrenaline. Joy catches her by the shoulders again.

Elaine marvels at the embers of determination in her dark eyes. How can she be so calm even with tears still running down her face? She wipes at them almost with annoyance, leaving a smudge of dirt and makeup across her cheek. She sighs.

"Let's go to the hospital, yeah?" she says, voice rough with smoke and exhaustion.

Elaine wants to protest. She wants to tell her, wants the memories to spill out and turn her back into a five-year-old who was too young to understand that people died in hospitals. She wants to be fifteen and feel the loss afresh, she wants to be numb with it so it can't hurt her again. She wants her parents back. She wants to talk to her sister. She wants to never speak to anyone again. She wants to roll everything back and not care whether Cutter lives or dies. She wants him to be okay. She wants Joy to stay with her. She wants to be alone. She wants to sleep.

She shakes her head. It could mean anything and she lets it.

But she follows when Joy stands up and together they watch the ambulance slowly drive away into the chaos and fog.

"Let's go," Joy says quietly. "It's gonna be okay."

And because it's her, Elaine finds it within herself to believe her.

#whumptober2022 #no.7 #silent panic attack #oc #writing #panic attack fic #grief #loss of family #captain's stuff #captain's ocs #ghost ambulance #i do love making elaine cry #anyway this one's a post-and-forget i had a real struggle w/ this prompt #but i don't vibe with most of the alts either tbh so i have to ration them :|#i'll probs start slowing down this weekend ive got some stuff coming up #but that's chill bc im here to have fun

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shrimp-piss · 2 years

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first excerpt written in spring of 2019. Second excerpt written in July 2021. third piece written in fall of 2021

#poetry #writing #grief #death #loss of family

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runalongprincevaliant · 4 months

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Journalists and their families are being targeted by the IOF

#palestine #free palestine #from the river to the sea palestine will be free #gaza #free gaza #genocide #this is a genocide #education is important #journalism #journalists #war crimes #target #grief #loss of family #antizionism is not antisemitism #icc #end the occupation #stolen land #stolen lives

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uncanny-tranny · 8 months

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Fat people deserve mobility aids, too. No matter if it's connected to their fatness or not, because having a mobility issue that is connected to one's fatness won't change that they're still fat and still have the issue at hand. Fat people don't deserve to "tough it out" because fatness should be this divine punishment doled out to those who "deserve" it. Fat disabled people deserve to have the peace of mind that they can exist in whatever way is most comfortable and accessible to them

#disability #ableism #ableism tw #fatphobia #fatphobia tw #also if it's an issue solved by weight loss why would you want them to suffer until the weight loss helps wouldn't that DISCOURAGE them?#because if i were suffering the entire time i sure as fuck wouldn't want to keep going for the ~idea~ of it's gonna pay off!!!#also even if they 'made themself disabled' by being fat or anything else that doesn't matter. they're still disabled.#there is no 'good' disabled and 'bad' disabled and you cannot sort people into those categories #for every 'bad' fat disabled person there are multiple 'good' fat disabled people but you can't tell them apart often actually!#because you would have to know the intimate details of their medical history and familial lineage and tbh if you're...#...being a piece of shit to a disabled person because you assume they're guilty until proven innocent i don't blame others for being...#...weary of you and not wanting to be around you. because you've already proven you can't handle the IDEA of complex disabled experience

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jaimethedreamer · 5 months

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Me and my wife just lost a member of our family today...

Remy, our oldest girl, died in my arms on Wednesday, November 22nd at 5pm.

She passed on knowing she was loved, and that she would be missed very dearly.

We love you so much, Remy. We had you for 11 glorious years, and you were always so sweet and such a little character. You will never be forgotten. Fly away, angel. 🕊️

#grief #loss of pet #loss of family #sadness

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metanarrates · 9 months

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I genuinely feel like an alien compared to my coworkers when they try to chat with me about things like dating and weight loss. like what are you SAYING about "oh you know it's just so hard to make your man understand the instructions you give him?" why are you trying to connect with me by complaining that you gained 15 pounds? is this how most people form connections in the workplace? i for real do not get it

#narrates #i never notice how COMMON it is to talk about your partner like they're a burden or a fool #or about how common it is to discuss weight and weight loss #until im around people who AREN'T my family or friends #like shit you guys live like this????

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kaijusplotch · 1 year

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BIG OOF

Found this today cleaning off my desk while working. My mom gave this ring.

I haven't taken it off since she passed.

#passing of a parent #parent death mention #loss of family

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thetumblerkidgrewup · 1 year

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What a sad thing to lose for a daughter that never lived and a son that never died.

You mourn over the loss of someone that never was and lose your chance to see the enchanting person they are.

#they/them #pride #loss of family #loss of faith #religion #trans

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cerleansky · 1 year

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My therapist was so real for saying the meaning of life is found in connection.

People hug their friends when they meet up and hug them a little tighter when it comes time to say goodbye. My grandfather rebuilt the broken rocking horse my grandmother had as a child, a gift from her father. There's an indescribable ache that goes along with seeing someone you used to know intimately, the becoming of a common stranger. Coincidences that bind, one time I got an uber and the driver used to live in my home before me. It was the last place he saw his father alive as a child and he nearly cried when I told him the walls were still the same colour.

Has anyone ever gotten over their childhood best friend? Is that alone not a testament to the fact we are more than blood and bones.

It's all about connection, friends.

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cheese-water · 11 months

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Generation Loss is a comedic tragedy in every sense of the word. Every character we see exemplifies this fact, but no one other than The Austin Show proves its truth.

We begin at the carousel. Austin, Gay, takes his turn by pleading for himself to live because he has a wife and children back home. The rest of the cast interrogates him about his “wife and kids,” clearly suspicious of his truthfulness without even knowing his dubbed “title.” Everyone in the room treats Austin like a joke.

In turn, so do we.

Next, we reach the closet and shortly after the failed drag show, Austin remarks, “Look, I uh… I didn’t expect to die here.” It’s a moment of pure honesty, whether we like it or not. It happens again when the Puzzler tries to party with them, and Austin has to angrily remind him that they are his captives and are actively trying to kill them.

Austin: “What are you doing? What are you doing? What are you doing? We're trying to get out of here. I have children and wives— wife. One wife! What is this some sort of game? I’ve been stuck in hear for hours it seems. We’re trying to get out. Why is nobody else freaking out? We’ve got C4 strapped to our neck…”

It isn’t until Ethan’s death, his blood pooling out from underneath the door, Austin screaming at the others, begging them to have a reaction, to care about their circumstances, to care about death, that we finally understand Austin’s role in Generation Loss.

After all, in every great comedy, someone always has to play the straight man.

#generation loss #genloss #ranboo #ranboolive #austin show #I LOVE IMPROV STORYTELLING SO MUCH #You can pry genloss improv from my cold dead hands #yeah yeah the pacing was funky #But you can’t ignore the joy it brings when it creates accidental dramatic irony #I adore it so #remember the artwork of genloss characters as card suits?#Like Ranboo is the diamond Sneeg is the spade and Charlie as the club?#This is my formal application to make Austin the heart #he always talks about love and his family is his motivation to keep going and oof :(#he deserved so much better #gl!austin

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shrimp-piss · 2 years

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gonna watch Nemo on the anniversary of my dads death to commentate the first time he died

#tw #death #tw death #loss of family

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haleyincarnate · 1 year

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Quote by Ari Cofer

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barghest-land · 5 months

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таится чудо в любом пустяке я раньше не видел такого тумана здесь даже деревья растут как-то странно и птицы поют на чужом языке

#.#life is so strange rn #so quiet and so loud at the same time #there is so much grief. so much loss. winter is taking everything over. taking away. covering is snow. silencing tears and screams #grief is in the family and everywhere #but now there's also so much love idk how that happened #so strange to feel that way. especially during winter. especially with grief being there. so present #but the other thing is brighter #i think i'm gonna be okay #:(#barghestland #art #artists on tumblr #horses #it's just a little study btw im working my ass off rn so i can't draw much rn sorry

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