#a eulogy

[chambertomb]

Everyone is so confused by they/them until you do not use they/them, then suddenly it's the only pronouns they understand

[bekolxeram]

Boyfriend vs Best friend

When you accidentally traumatized 15 kids with a real corpse

When you're spiraling over a stupid curse

When you have boils all over your face

But at the end of the day,

They care for you

They show up for you

And they laugh at you... just a little bit

[babsibabbles]

It’s here. The speech:

Fellow Senators, friends, colleagues, allies, adversaries, I stand before you this morning with a heavy heart. I’ve spent my life in this chamber. I came here as a child. And as I look around me now I realise I have almost no memories that pre-date my arrival… and few bonds of affection that cleave so tightly. Through these many years, I believe I have served my constituents honourably and upheld our code of conduct. This chamber is a cauldron of opinions and we’ve certainly all had our patience and tenors tested in pursuit of our ideals. Disagree as we might I am hopeful that those of you who know me will vouch for my credibility in the days to come. I stand this morning with a difficult message. I believe we are in crisis. The distance between what is said and what is known to be true has become an abyss. Of all the things at risk the loss of an objective reality is perhaps the most dangerous. The death of truth is the ultimate victory of evil. When truth leaves us, when we let it slip away, when it is ripped from our hands, we become vulnerable to the appetite of whatever monster screams the loudest. This Chamber’s hold on the truth was finally lost on the Ghorman Plaza. What took place yesterday, what happened yesterday on Ghorman was unprovoked genocide. Yes! Genocide! And that truth has been exiled from this Chamber! And the monster screaming the loudest? The monster we’ve helped create? The monster who will come for us all soon enough is Emperor Palpatine.

— Mon Mothma

[inkyrainstorms]

The burn, no, the brand, is stark and sickening against the skin of Stanley's right shoulder. The skin there is raised and shiny, blisters freckle over the sharp slashing lines of the sigil. It was supposed to be protective, a warding symbol, but now it's seared into his twin's flesh. Ford wants to gag. Stan squirms a little, his hands fisted in the sweater thrown over his knees. “I'm guessing it's a little worse than a sunburn, huh?��� 

— AME, chapter 11

@aroace-get-out-of-my-face throwing this at you and scurrying away like the little creature I am. I’ve had this specific kind of composition stuck in my head literally since I read the chapter and I finally decided last night to do the basic sketch for it. I told myself it’d take a couple days to do, I can take my time, there’s no rush or anything.

I. Uh. I did this in. Today. I did it all today.

[ryanishyperfixating]

Based on the fic Abandon My Eulogy by @aroace-get-out-of-my-face

I don’t know why but this detail stuck with me for a bit. It’s like some “big shoes to fill” type stuff, idk.

There’s so many moments from this fic I want to draw, but I need to find the time first, so I decided to do a simple hour and a half doodle.

[mournfulroses]

Kim Addonizio, from Mortal Trash: Poems; "Eulogy," originally published in 2016

[apoemaday]

The eulogy I didn’t give (XIII)

by Bob Hicok

Good parents make dinner.

Provide the food, the table, the spoon, the fork, the home.

Teach you to shovel snow, catch fireflies, shave, use a tampon. Explain

light bulbs, stars, the dark. Remove thorns

of trees and attempt to extract larger thorns, like heroin if it stabs you.

Drink little, or none, or a lot. Try to lift you

higher in the sky than they ever got.

And stand next in line for death, between you and your last breath.

When your parents are gone, the final bit of your childhood runs away from home.

You're an adult now and on your way, alone.

[redlettermediathings]

[willapines618]

Small piece I'm working on as fanart for Abandon My Eulogy by @aroace-get-out-of-my-face! Hope you like it!

[greeneyed-thestral]

[dartann]

Ok ive been reading abandon my eulogy and i got upset at ford

Had to take a lil mental break with double cursed

Both fics ar sooo gooood

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62793742/chapters/160765417

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62140393/chapters/158947036?view_adult=true

[what-the-wound-remembers]

Starting a collection. Creatures whose lives were changed/ended due to forces completely outside of their understanding.

[whiskeyswifty]

the way clara bow is written both with the optimism she once had and the hindsight she has now, layering both often at the same time. you'd be picked like a rose both in how in the moment she felt beautiful, chosen as the most beautiful one adored by all, but she knows now that cutting her stem froze her as she was, never allowed to grow further, only slowly fading until she's a dried, dull husk of what she once was, pressed between the pages of someone else's book. also the crown is stained but you're the real queen both in how she felt holier than thou once crowned, and the mistakes of the fallen monarchs were markers of their own unworthiness but she is the real queen; she is different because she is pure and true and deserves it. but writing it now, she knows that the crown was stained not just from previous owners, but with blood shed by her own hands, and how it will never be scrubbed clean because of horrors she had to endure to get it that she will never entirely suppress and what she will have have to continue to do to keep it. however my favorite is I'm not trying to exaggerate but I think I might die if it happened to me... Die if I made it.... both in how as a young dreamer she felt so small and it felt so impossible, the shock of knowing she would achieve fame and fortune would nearly kill her. but she knows now the grim truth in what was once hyperbolic, how when it did happen, the breaks didn't come gently and the beast that is beauty tore her to shreds. parts of her at least, and perhaps the most significantly that little dreamer who scribbled that unintended prophecy in her diary decades ago. she made it and slowly and brutally and quietly without fanfare, she died. it harkens back to the lucky one, when she was just embarking on her rocket to fame and fortune, and she pondered another name goes up in lights. You wonder if you'll make it out alive. clara bow seems to answer that question with no, you won't, but nobody before you made it out alive either, not fully, not whole. the machine grinds ever on and on and there was never any other way.

[inkyrainstorms]

Ford still can't seem to wrap his head around this moment. It feels to soft, too normal, but he manages to drag the words out from wherever they're stashed in him to stutter out,  “You don't have to, Stanley, honestly it's my own mess-” “Quit it Poindexter, it's just the dishes.”  Ford's mouth clicks closed, and he turns the sink on again. 

— Chapter 10 of AME

And then Ford promptly made his foot and mouth very, very well acquainted at a frankly astonishing speed

@aroace-get-out-of-my-face this entire sequence ripped my heart out and rearranged my guts so. You know. I had to.

[notrecommendedforlife-blog]

It is finished!! ✧⁠◝⁠(⁠⁰⁠▿⁠⁰⁠)⁠◜⁠✧

@aroace-get-out-of-my-face - I probably missed some of her AUs, but I got the ones I really like!

Puppet -> Science Time with Dr. Pine (i gave him five fingers because puppets usually have four, and thought it’d be another sweet reference to Ford from Stan)

Bloody crossbow bolt with raven feathers -> Abandon My Eulogy & Raven Stan

Vermillion rockfish -> Mermaid Stan

Cassette/audio recorder with glowing multicolored lights -> Martian Stan (the lights are supposed to be Polly!)

Sigil -> Safety Alarm

The sigil I used is from @arcsigils2 !

“Love Protects - a sigil that is focused to grow the loving-kindness and sympathy of people, hopefully that compassion will help us to help each other”

Also—

I was staring at this man for hours while I was drawing that tail and all its fucking scales, so now he shall stare at all of you

[girlactionfigure]

Eulogy

Yarden Bibas’ eulogy for his wife Shiri, and children Ariel, and Kfir Bibas who were kidnapped by Palestinian terrorists on October 7, 2023, from their home in Kibbutz Nir Oz, southern Israel, and brutally murdered by Palestinian terrorists while in captivity in Gaza: 

"Mi Amor"

I remember the first time I said "mi amor" to you. It was at the very beginning of our relationship. You told me to only call you that if I was certain I loved you, not to say it carelessly. I didn't say it then because I didn't want you to think I was rushing to say "I love you." Shiri, I'll confess to you now that I already loved you back then when I said "mi amor."

Shiri, I love you and will always love you!

Shiri, you are everything to me!

You are the best wife and mother there could be.

Shiri, you are my best friend.

Mishmish, who will help me make decisions now? How am I supposed to make decisions without you?

Do you remember our last decision together?

In the safe room, I asked if we should "fight or surrender." You said fight, so I fought.

Shiri, I'm sorry I couldn't protect you all. If only I had known what would happen, I wouldn't have fired.

I think about everything we went through together—there are so many beautiful memories.

I remember Ariel and Kfir's births. I remember the days we would sit at home or in a café, just the two of us, talking for hours about everything under the sun. It was wonderful. I miss those times deeply.

Your presence is profoundly missed.

I want to tell you about everything that's happening in the world and here in Israel.

Shiri, everyone knows and loves us—you can't imagine how surreal all this madness is.

Shiri, people tell me they'll always be by my side, but they're not you. So please stay close to me and don't go far!

Shiri, this is the closest I've been to you since October 7th, and I can't kiss or hug you, and it's breaking me!

Shiri, please watch over me...

Protect me from bad decisions. Shield me from harmful things and protect me from myself. Guard me so I don't sink into darkness.

Mishmish, I love you!

Chuki, Ariel,

You made me a father. You transformed us into a family.

You taught me what truly matters in life and about responsibility.

The day you were born, I matured instantly because of you. You taught me so much about myself, and I want to thank you.

So thank you, my beloved.

Ariel, I hope you're not angry with me for failing to protect you properly and for not being there for you. I hope you know I thought about you every day, every minute.

I hope you're enjoying paradise. I'm sure you're making all the angels laugh with your silly jokes and impressions. I hope there are plenty of butterflies for you to watch, just like you did during our picnics.

Chuki, be careful when you climb down from your cloud not to step on Toni...

Teach Kfir all your impressions and make everyone laugh up there.

Ariel, I love you "the most in the world, always in the world," just as you used to tell us.

Poopik, Kfir,

I didn't think our family could be more perfect, and then you came and made it even more perfect...

I remember your birth. I remember during the delivery when the midwife suddenly stopped everything—we were frightened and thought something was wrong—but it was just to tell us we had another redhead. Mom and I laughed and rejoiced.

You brought more light and happiness to our little home. You came with your sweet, captivating laugh and smile, and I was instantly hooked!

It was impossible not to nibble on you all the time.

Kfir, I'm sorry I didn't protect you better, but I need you to know that I love you deeply and miss you terribly!

I miss nibbling on you and hearing your laughter.

I miss our morning games when mom would ask me to watch you before I went to work. I cherished those little moments so much, and I miss them now more than ever!

Kfir, I love you the most in the world, always in the world!

I have so many more things to tell you all, but I'll save them for when we're alone.

Via: The Hostages Families Forum Headquarters