Oct 20, 2025
My family created a photo album to share pics of my grandmother's family. And I'm seriously so emotional.
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My family created a photo album to share pics of my grandmother's family. And I'm seriously so emotional.
was there a cancellation or postponed date for harry’s show or smth when fizzy passed away?
Harry was in London when she passed. But the nastiest of the solos made a HUGE deal out of him flying to the States to appear at Stevie Nicks' Rock and Roll Hall of Fame Induction ceremony. He was also seen in a pub with Rob Stringer when Fizzy passed, and these same people turned it into Harry "flaunting" his success in Louis' face. It's repulsive how some people behave as if they know everything and then pass judgment.
My point stands. Life has to go on. Sometimes you have commitments that can't be ignored. It doesn't mean he didn't love Fizzy or love Louis. And we know absolutely NOTHING about what Harry's commitments involve or whether he has the power to simply say no to things.
Beyond that, everyone deals with death and grieving differently. I don't know why we have to remind people every single fucking time.
The fact the only people who have checked on me today were my husband, my mom (when shes struggling most), my sister in law (who i have the most issues with) and my 11yo niece (absolutely not her place to reach out to give condolences)
It makes me feel a bit more comfortable that utmost privacy was given during jay and fizzy.. it would’ve been devastating to see how louis might’ve looked.. seeing him backstage in lottie’s arms crying was sad enough…🥺
The funeral itself is an intense event, but the grieving can take a long, long time. Things might look ok on the outside but really aren’t.
I felt so sad to hear Louis’ interviews saying how he could face the funeral and grieving process more smoothly with Fizzy because he had had experience with Jay. As well, to read Lottie’s account of it, that she could process the devastation because she had been through it. The fact that they have had so much experience at their young age is unfair, tragic.
I also remember that Louis said, at the time of the single release, that he felt he had to put out a song like Two of Us before he could move on with his album. I understand this kind of internal pressure. Acknowledging his loss creatively is also a way of processing it, in Louis’ case probably more effective than going to therapy. Again, maybe we see crying and sadness at the funeral, but the internal process is often longer and much harder.
Anyway, gaius watching varis flourish with his new wife, going abroad and thinking all is fine, getting news that she was with child and thinking that maybe Varis would be ok after all and that things were going well.
Returning upon the death of his wife and not knowing how to comfort his best friend because he had never seen anyone grieve in a healthy manner. And so he just... returns to Ala Mhigo.
And every time he comes back to Garlemald, varis is less and less himself and he feels more and more unable to do anything about it.
A man being forced to watch his chosen brother wilt and die from the loss of his spouse in the same way he watched his own mother wither away and die after losing her husband and feeling just as incapable of helping at 40 as he did at 10.
IT HURTS MEEEEE
“ All the greatest loves end in violence. ”
He had noticed her ring.
It had caught his attention on more than one brief occasion as they traveled. While the Warrior of Light often kept it hidden within the collars of her tunics, it came untucked now and again: especially with how frequently she bent to upend her stomach.
Gaius didn't pretend to wholly understand what burdens she had shouldered on her trip. She had fed him bits and pieces, of a land like theirs but skewed, a cracked mirror. That many existed, pieces and particles of a larger whole: and, much like other shards, the Ascians had hoped to bring upon its demise.
Not by dark aether, as they had done before. But with light. With the selfsame element she fought with, existing in the space between nature and holiness, of life and its overabundance. It had skewed her own body's balance, filling her with so much light aether that it was eating her alive.
It was as if even the food she attempted to ingest was poisoned. She ate little and less as they traveled, nearly throwing herself off their feathered mount to rid herself of the sustenance not even a bell later.
It was in the moments after that he caught glimpses. When he held a kerchief and a waterskin out for her to take, when the cracked, dull piety materia glowed with the half-hearted Esuna attempt.
It had not been his place to ask. But he had asked anyway, hoping to remove her mind from her malady.
"I was - ... almost wed. Summers ago."
She picked at what she had foraged. Mushrooms, rolanberries, and a small piece of jerky from his dried rations. Beside her, Gaius sat, a tin mug full of instant coffee he had brewed over the fire. The giant Gridanian chocobo curled up beside their makeshift tent, dozing, face tucked under one wing.
"I met him - ... trying to find Cid's ship. He was good to me. I - ... didn't understand Ishgardian traditions. So we compromised."
She stared into the small fire, as if picking her words as carefully as she did the morsels of her dinner. In the dark, she could almost hear the whisper of the elementals, their words soft and kind.
"I... haven't returned to them as much as I should. His family. When you suggested the astrologians - ... that they could reverse the imbalance ... it felt right. To return. To see them again."
They were not far from Ishgard now, but she had gotten considerably more ill the longer she stayed unbalanced.
Gaius could only hope that Ishgard would recognize the Warrior of Light when he brought her to the Gates... and that they did not bear arms at the state she may be in.
He spoke, breaking the quiet between them, the melancholic lull that took over their camp. He wasn't sure if the words were right, or if any right ones existed at all.
But he tried anyway. His Emperor had lost his wife to her own son's birth; he had to watch as Zenos slit his father's throat. The love was different there: a man to his wife, a man and his need for violence. But it existed, he thought.
Man's love killed no matter what shape it took. His words seemed to solidify in her bones.
What love ended in happiness? When would it ever be peaceful?
She didn't think it could be.
☆ﾟ.*・ ◞ is that caroline forbes on bourbon street ? the eighteen / forty-nine year old vampire who stay in the the french quarter ? i heard they are married to klaus mikaaelson. they are notoriously known for being loyal & protective but also stubborn & dogmatic. which is probably why they are considered the damsel out of distress around town. i wonder if they had their tarot cards reading, yet? either way, the cards on the table will reveal their fate soon enough
