#death is mentioned

[ff15trashgoldenslumbers]

I just recently lost my cat I've had for 18 years. I lost her brother the year before. Both cats were old and really sick at the end and were put down to end their suffering. May I please have Gladiolus and Cor helping their S/O heal? Thank you ever so much.

Oh my goodness, My Dear, the lost of a loved one is never easy. I’m so sorry. I hope these ease the pain just a little.  I do apologize that it is so late.

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Gladiolus

The second you walked in your apartment, you felt the strong warm arms of Gladiolus surround you. Knowing that he used his spare key to enter your apartment, he moved you towards the couch, where you favorite take out was waiting for you, along with a few DVDs of some silly movies to get your mind of the most recent lost.

He understood how much, you little friend meant to you. Hell, the little devil grew on him too.

“I’m gonna miss the way she would headbutt me in the morning.” Gladiolus chuckled, holding you tightly in his arms. “Remember that time, we had to get her down from the fridge for her meds and she just wasn’t having it.”

“She scratched you up really good.”  You smiled, trying to hold in the tears.

“Taken out by a cat, I fought Behemoths and won but that cat kicked my ass.” Gladiolus chuckled, only to notice the new wave of tears that began to fall from your eyes. “It’s all right, Babe, let it out. You know that you were a good friend to her, and she lived a long a full life.”

“I just miss her,” You cried softly.

“I know, Babe, I know.” Gladiolus whispered, pulling you into his lap, as he pressed your face to his shoulder. “She was a sassy little diva, up until the very end. I mean just last week, she tried to trip me coming out the bathroom.”

You giggled fondly, leave it to Gladiolus to remind you of the joy, rather than the sorrow that you felt this morning. You still felt hurt, and you were sad, but there was a small lingering amount of happiness and joy within your heart at the recall of you dearly depart friend.

“Thank you, Gladdy.”

“No need to thank me, Babe.”

~~~~~

Cor

A week, it had been a week since you had lost a bestfriend that you had for years, almost 2 decades. You knew, that even though you had planned it, and she was old and tired, that it was going to be rough. To come home to a silent home, no little meows, no little paps, no fighting for paws to stay out your food.

The morning you took her in, you were a little surprised to see Cor sitting in the living room, stroking her back, as she rested on his lap.

“Cor?”

The man turned to you with a soft smile, “She just jumped up here, it would be rude to move a lady.”

You smiled softly, your little one was the reason that Cor and you had been together for so long, as he was one of the very select few to pass the kitty test.  

Sitting down on the couch beside the man, you felt tears swell in your eyes as you heard the soft purr, no longer as loud as it use to be. Unable to stop the tears as that little paw reached out patting at your lap.

“If you would like, I can take her.” Cor offered, as you shook your head. “We’ll go whenever you’re ready. I’ve taken the day off.”

You leaned into Cor, as he moved your little kitten over to your lap, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as you hugged your best friend for the last morning.

The entire way to the vet, Cor held your hand tightly, another reaching out to stroke the little ones head fondly. You stayed the entire time, Cor standing to the side, as the vet came and left, holding your best friend as she took her last breaths. A pur filling her chest, as she passed peacefully in your arms.

Cor moved over, as he heard your sobs become worse, curling one arm around you in an embrace, his other hand resting on her side. “I have seen this many times, but it never becomes easier. I am here for you, always.”

So stepping into your shared apartment today, you couldn’t help but smile at the little urn on the mantle, that wasn’t there the day before, besides the pictures of you and Cor. A little photograph of your best friend, being the little diva that she was.

“Cor.” You cried weakly stepping into the room, as the man approached you from the back. Your arms immediately surrounding him in a hug. “Thank you.”

Cor placed a kiss to your forehead, “It’s not home without her.”

[farrah-fawcett-spray]

the five times Theo Raeken carries Liam Dunbar and the one time Liam Dunbar carries Theo Raeken (1/6)

The first time Theo carries Liam is behind closed doors. 

i. The first time it ever happens, no one knows about it. No one knows just how broken this boy is after the night his former lacrosse captain is killed in front of him. It tears everything in the young beta to know Brett was gone. Dead. Never coming back. To hear his last heartbeat, the haunting silence that followed. The sun. The moon. The truth. It wouldn't help him in this situation. Nothing would anchor him down. Nothing could. What most people never knew, was that Brett was Liam's first anchor. Not the mantra. Not himself. Not pain. It was Brett. His anchor was dead. It was his fault. And that's what lead Liam to fully break down in his room. Hot tears spilling out of his eyes. Punching the wall, over and over. The hole around his fist growing larger with each sob. Claws digging into his skin. The hot sensation of blood dripping down his arm is what pulls him to stop. His blood mixing with the blues of his wall, the white of the sheetrock that was once a wall. Maybe. Somehow. Someday. Punching and breaking things would bring back everyone Liam every lost. Brett. His dad. Lori. Everyone. Everything. Hell. Even himself. The boy he was before the bite. The one with the bright future. The one who didn't have to run into danger at every turn. Liam slowly walked to his bathroom. Thankful his parents were out of town for all of this. A trip to Hawaii for their honeymoon kept them out of Beacon Hills for the war. That was the safest place to be. Away from this, away from him. That's when he noticed the Chimera in his room. "I thought you were going to leave this town and never look back." Liam said. Theo nodded. "And then I heard a roar and everyone talked about a boy with bright yellow eyes coming out of a storm well." Liam looked down at his hands, the wounds healed. The blood going down the drain of his sink. "Oh." Was all he could say. What else could he say. He would break down any other way. Theo slowly stood from the mattress he sat on. The small squeak echoed in the crippling silence of Liam's room. The chimera slowly wrapped an arm around Liam when he saw how classy the beta's eyes were. "Who died?" Liam lost it at that. Eyes closed tight as more hot tears ran down his already tearstained cheeks. His knees went weak. And Theo quickly held onto the boy. Slowly reaching down and putting his free arm behind his knees and picking him up. He carried the beta to his bed. Sobs still erupting from him. Blankets were put over the small boy's body. Tears wiped away. whispers of how things look bad now but will get better in the future were said. Then, when Liam fell asleep, Theo climbed out the window. Started his truck and realized, this is why he stayed.

[misstysttar]

Cookies

It is a short one shot but I'm proud of it.

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" where are my damn cookies?!?!?" Slayer cries out as he looks-destroy more like it- through all the kitchen looking for his chocolate chip cookies he had made a while ago and had left to cool down.

" i think i ate all of your cookies...hmmm yeah I'm pretty sure I ate your cookies." Horror says as he licks his clawed fingers covered in the evidence that is cookie crumbs and chocolate smudges.

Slayer drops a jar he had been searching through and it smashes against the floor as he stares blankly ahead of him at the wall, he made those cookies for Error and... Horror had  eaten them all "...You better start running because I'm going to kill you."

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Nightmare sighs as he could hear another chase- attempt at murder- begins through out his castle,"where the hell is Death when you need him..?"

"HE's t0O busY CHasiNG GeNo RiGHT noW." Error replies while munching-inhaling- on chocolate bars he had stolen from one of the UnderFell Sans's stash of junk food he hides from his Papyrus.

Jolting upright Nightmare whips his head towards Error nonchalantly eating chocolate bars, "what the fu- Error!??! We thought Ink killed you?!?!"

Error takes out another chocolate bar from a small glitchy portal and unwrap it to eat the chocolate,"deATH Hates me tOo mucH." Error shrugs as he continues to eat his stolen chocolate bars.

[kyoifish-catte]

[theflyingsnickers]

So some of you reading this might know about the man who owned the karate dojo where I grew up, and some of you may not.  Suffice it to say that he was a second father to me when I was very young, and that as I got older that place became an environment that was very damaging to me mentally.  I left on not such great terms with several people there, including this man (whom I used to idolize), and I overall have very mixed feelings about our relationship. He passed away today from brain cancer, which he had been fighting for more than a year.  I still have a lot of complicated feelings about his role in my life, though of course when I found out he was sick I did want him to recover.  But of course now everyone I know from there (which is a lot of people) on Facebook are writing the usual posts you write when someone widely loved and admired dies.  And that’s fine, I don’t begrudge them that, that is who they knew.

But he hurt a lot of people as well, some of the same ones who are posting such statuses on Facebook.  And maybe they got over it or forgave him or whatever and that’s great for them, but I haven’t.  I am still affected by things that began in that studio, the main one being that I am extremely uncomfortable with sadness and grief, particularly physical manifestations of that, such as crying.  Most often it is in reference to myself, but sometimes even in other people, despite the fact that I desperately want to be good at comforting them, I feel awkward.  For years I was told (at this place/by these people) to not be so sensitive, to not take things so personally, to get a thicker skin, to suppress my tears.  I was told to turn it into anger or into happiness.  So I clammed up.  And I’m still working on fixing all of that internalized thought about sadness and crying as repulsive and weak. My self-loathing in middle school was connected to that place in a big way, though not completely.  But I idolized the people there enough that when my first therapist asked if maybe they were the cause of a lot of my feelings, I was furious.  They could never be.  She did turn out, as I realized when I was older to be right.  I have a hard time talking about the good memories I did have with this man when I can remember the day that I decided I was going to quit, when he looked at me like I was dirt.  He had likely been having a bad day or a bad meeting when I tried to approach him, but that does not forgive treating a fifteen-year-old like that. My mother also did karate at this place, and she, too, had many problems with him after he started off with a great mentor for her.  When he first got sick, she said she felt guilty for all the times we talked badly about him.  I told her I didn’t.  I don’t believe that talking badly about someone causes them illness unless you truly wish for them to be affected adversely/for something to happen to them (which I never did).  But someone getting cancer doesn’t forgive all the hurt they’ve caused you, and I hate that people think it does.  Now that he’s passed, I am quietly trying to deal with these things and my mom is like “We have to remember the good times with him!” No, I don’t have to remember anything.  As a matter of fact I do remember good moments with him, but the negative memories are more numerous and closer to the surface because a) they happened when I was older and b) they effected me a whole hell of a lot, and the good memories with him are what made it more painful.  I’m now waiting to hear when the memorial will be because I have no idea if I’ll go or not.  I don’t want to regret not going, but I also don’t want to be influenced by the emotions of everyone else at the memorial to grieve in a way that’s untrue to what I feel.  I try not to do the softened, gentle nostalgia of death thing, and I don’t want to do it now.  My entire sophomore year nonfiction portfolio was about being honest about my late cousin and how she was a little brat sometimes who I really didn’t like, and how we worked through that.  I refuse to not be honest about people and how they influenced me, especially not people who have passed away.  I never worked through what happened between this man and I with him, and that will always be there.  And I need the people around me to accept that I am going to feel differently about all of this than they do, and that I’m not going to necessarily want to talk about him like everyone else. And yes, I am going to talk to someone about this, but once I get back from graduation and have the time to. My father said that at the end of the day “he was a good man” despite his mistakes.  I cannot say that. But I can say that I think he was a man who tried his best.  That is what I feel okay with.

[kanji-hotsumi]

Farewell once again Dad

Here we are. This day every year. We celebrate the birth and life of my dear father this week as we fill our week with remembrance and happy stories. He was a great man, and if possible, a greater father. A man that will be remembered for generations. His love, his heart, his soul, all to no comparison. His hugs, his joy, his smile, all wonderful. Nobody should ever face this, but his memory is full of joy, from life until death. I urge you, love the people you can, tell them you love them. Let them know, they are loved forever. Let them know how special they are. Just let them know. Because I let my dad know every day,and it was still never enough. The love we feel can never be expressed through words, but we can show as much as we can. So please, love the life you have. Love the life you have been given. Love everything. Love. Love like the world can't hold you down. Love wholeheartedly and love intensely. And love every day, love each and every day you've been given.