dearly missed but never forgotten

grieving for a celebrity is difficult to describe.

although you never knew them on a personal level, the connection you had was oh so very real. it brings a stab to your heart and a sting to your eyes knowing that such an influential and spirited being in your life is no longer in the same world as you. they’re just gone without a warning.

i personally grew up with chesters melodic voice in the background of my most fondest memories alongside my greatest hardships. his music was what kept me connected to my deceased father through my youth, helped me battle through depression and drowned out those voices when they’d get too loud.

for that i thank you. for all that you’ve given us, all the lives that you’ve influenced and encouraged to keep on fighting.

you’ll be dearly missed, and never forgotten.


24 years ago today, Audrey Hepburn died peacefully at her home in Switzerland, surrounded by her family. She is dearly missed, but never forgotten. 

(4th May 1929- 20th January 1993)

“She did the best that we could be; she was perfectly charming and perfectly loving. She was a dream. And she was the kind of dream that you remember when you wake up smiling.” 

- Richard Dreyfuss

I hope that wherever she is–be it in heaven or in a galaxy far, far away–Carrie can see the incredible impact she left on us all. I hope she can see how much she meant to so many people and how many are truly grieving the loss of her kindness, bravery, unapologetic honesty, humor, intelligence, and humanity. Her family and friends and loved ones will surely feel this tragedy the most profoundly, but I hope that somehow she is aware that she inspired so many. I hope she knows that she inspired us through her portrayal of Princess Leia and her fierce loyalty to and life-long protection of that beloved and iconic character that so many young girls look up to and so many women relate to, a character that could not have possibly been the same without Carrie’s fierce spirit and insight and creativity to give her life. I hope Carrie knows that not only was she worthy of the mantle of Princess Leia, but that Leia was a character worthy of her. I hope she knows she touched our hearts and evoked in us all incredible depth of feeling and compassion through her tremendous writing, which is overwhelmingly clever, unique, without pretense and so courageously personal. I hope she is aware of all the reassurance and courage she’s given us through her work to raise awareness of and destigmatize mental illness, and her constant openness regarding her own struggles with bipolar disorder and addiction. And I pray that somehow she knows the hope she gave us all through her contagious vivacity, her commendable positivity, her refreshingly honest, sometimes self-deprecating wit, her humility, and her rebellious refusal to stand for any and all manner of social oppression. I hope Carrie knows all the good she did for the world and all the lives she touched, for her passing truly is a terrible loss in every sense of the word. 

Carrie, you will be dearly missed and never forgotten. To us, you will always be royalty, and may the Force be forever with you. Rest in the sweetest peace.

“The story takes an unexpected turn,
A friend is suddenly gone.
We can cry our lives away,
But if they were here they’d say:
Go forward, you must keep moving on.”

So the Vol 4 soundtrack is officially released tomorrow, but a few songs are already available to download from iTunes, including the full version of Let’s Just Live. I was listening along, enjoying the music, when these lovely little lines reach my ears, and I nearly start crying.

Beautiful tribute to Monty and wonderful reminder that he’ll always be in our hearts. Monty will be dearly missed. He may be gone, but he’ll never be forgotten.


Thank you, Crystal Reed, for 3 amazing seasons of Teen Wolf. You are truly a phenomenal actress, a stunning person, and an incredible role model. I can’t believe that this is goodbye. I love you dearly, and I know that what ever you do next is going to be amazing. Allison Argent holds a special place in my heart. She was a such strong, intelligent, caring, and beautiful character. Her character development over the past three seasons has been breath taking, and I don’t think it has been recognized as much as it should be. Her strength and growth as a woman is something to admire. She will be dearly missed, but never forgotten. RIP Allison Argent. The show will not be the same without her.

Body of Roses (Punk!Luke Fan Fiction) Chapter - 33 [FINAL]

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Chapters: 1 2 3 4 56 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32

Rating: A-14 (Read at own risk)

Word Count: 1,009

Luke’s P.O.V

I watched my shoe covered feet walk the grounds of the church that Ella and I are going to be wedded at in the next hour. We decided to fly back home to Sydney both of us knowing it was where we needed to get married, New York just wasn’t the same as home. We also picked this church for one reason in particular: for Luca to join us, as Ella would say.

“Hey.” I smiled, kneeling down to be eye level with the tombstone, I read the words that were imprinted into the smooth stone. A loving friend, son and brother. One person who will never be forgotten about and will be dearly missed. My eyes skipped to the line below. Luca Thomas Grey. 1996-2014. “Too young.” I muttered.

“But I got over it.” My body fully whipped around to find whoever said the comment, but there was no one there. I squinted into the distance seeing if I just over heard someones conversation a ways from where I crouched on the grass but ended up with the same result. “Over here.” My head swiftly turned back to the gave stone to find another figure towering over it and myself. I traced up the legs that wore dirty and ripped jeans to the torso that was cover in splattered, crimson liquid that took me a minute to realize it was blood. I nearly chocked once my eyes landed on the person’s face or should I say his face.

“Luca.” I muttered his name like an idiot before regaining myself and getting to my feet. “But how…” My question about how I could see him trailed off.

He just shrugged giving me a smug look, his face was pale like Jai’s when I thought I saw his ghost those two times. His figure was transparent as I could make out the old oak tree behind him.

“I couldn’t tell you.” Luca shrugged again like seeing him was no big deal. “I guess when a strong emotion is triggered in your brain this happens.” He studied me. “You’re feeling guilt right now, it’s kind of like the overwhelming joy you had the night you first saw Jai.” My mouth opened to ask him how he knew but he beat me to it. “We ran into one another on the otherside.”

A quizzical look spread across my face. “Otherside?”

“Heaven, ghost town, call it what you’d like. It’s just the place where all spirits gather. Most mediums can reach it and I guess you can too.”

“So I’m a medium?” I asked but he looked as though I never said my question.

“Stop feeling so guilty.” Luca finally said. “You did the right thing to save my sister over me.”

“What happens if that’s not the thing I’m feeling guilty about?” The words came out in a whisper.

I heard him hum. “Don’t feel guilty about spreading my secret either. I had to tell people one day that no girl would ever be my type, I just didn’t want to break any girls hearts.” He jokingly stated.

I shook my head in argument. “But not like that, not the way I did it. I was just angry.”

“and I was too, key word being was. And now I’m saying I forgive you.” He told me. “Which means you can stop feeling so much guilt.” I nodded as my eyes fell shut while I let out a breath, feeling a weight I never knew was there fall off my shoulders. “Now go marry my sister.” Luca whispered in my ear causing my eyes to open only now I was alone.

I did a full 360 but found no other figure around me.

“Thank you.” I whispered into the wind hoping that Luca heard it.


Ella’s P.O.V

My fingers trailed up the sleeve of my white, lace dress before turning back to face myself in the mirror that stretched from my head to toe. I watched as Gabrielle, the women who I hired to do my hair, finished pinning back the last stands to the top of my head creating a perfect bun. 

“Hey, honey.” My gaze moved to the top of the mirror where my mom stood in her navy blue gown at the doorway.

“I’ll leave you two.” Gabrielle smiled politely before passing my mom through the door. 

I watched as my mom moved towards me, placing her hands on both my shoulders and smiling. “You look beautiful.” She told me, tears filling her brown eyes that matched mine. I returned her smile before she directed me out of the dressing room doors. Further away, I spotted my dad standing in front of the chapel doors as he took me fully in, a proud smile filling his lips while we moved closer to him.

“Luke is one lucky man.” My dad smiled.

I nodded. “And I’m one lucky women." 

My dad’s head bobbed in agreement to my comment and for the first time ever I saw that my dad didn’t hate Luke and nor did my mom. They were happy that I was marrying him even with everything that has happened in our lives with Luke being in it.

"Thank you.” I told them both. They only smiled knowing why I was thanking them before my mom sneaked into the doors to take her spot next to Lottie who were both going to be standing beside me at the alter.


I turned back to face my dad letting out a long breath of nerves as I linked our arms together. My dad leaned over and opened the door reveling the hundred or so people Luke and I had invited. I scanned the room picking out each face individually; Liz, Kean, Michael, Ashton, Calum, My mom, Lottie. And finally Luke.

We locked eyes as I stood completely frozen under his gaze. His smile sent butterflies coursing throughout me making my heart do tiny flips.I nodded to my dad’s question before, never taking my eyes off of Luke.



A/N: OH MY GOSH IT’S FINALLY COME TO AN END! What the hay man… this has been such an awesome experience like seriously I never thought that this fan fic would get any attention when I started typing the first chapter back in the summer. I do apologize for all the times it has taken me a long time to update *cough cough* this last chapter in general, but I do sincerely appreciate all of your patients and understandings! Thank you to everyone who’s been reading and thank you for all of the kind comments you’ve given me :) each one of them puts a smile on my face! Seriously though if it weren’t for you guys I probably wouldn’t have written as far as I did so thank you for letting me share my creative thoughts with you all! I will begin to write a Ashton Fan Fiction soon so stay tuned but until then give me any imagine ideas you have and want me to write and I’ll try my best to get to them all! Thank you to the moon and back, I love you guys :3

I have no words to describe what we are all feeling right now. Carrie Fisher was so much more than her role on Star Wars…she was an advocate for mental health and a true hero/inspiration to hoards of people around the world. She will be missed dearly for a very long time but she will never be forgotten. Here’s to a big group hug for us all. Cry for her, mourn her, but most importantly, remember her and all she gave us.

Rest In Peace: Monty Oum (1981-2015)

The shock of this is recent, so I sincerely hope this little memorial to one of the most creative people to grace us for a good long while doesn’t seem too insignificant or god forbid that I don’t do justice to him

For those of you who didn’t know Monty, you’ve almost certainly at least heard of his work; he was the creator and animator of Dead Fantasy, as well as the creator, animator and one of the actors for the Rooster Teeth series RWBY, where he also did work for them on Red Vs Blue.

Monty was a guy who had dedicated his life to entertaining even in an art that he had no formal education in and that he had no guarantee would ever even go anywhere; he wasn’t approached by any big companies when he started out and his initial videos were done out of a simple love of what he was doing, a trend that followed him through his life.

Monty Oum has inspired countless people, from artists to animators to writers to everything in between, myself included. Monty had a passion for what he did and an incomparable talent for it, a combination that shone through his work; watching any of Monty’s videos, whether he was the main creative force or just did the animation, you can practically feel the love the man had for his work and for his fans.

Monty will be missed dearly by all and will never be forgotten. Not just the world of animation but the world of creative media as a whole has suffered a loss today, and if you want to remember Monty heed the words of his co-workers and do something creative. Monty would’ve loved that.

We’ll miss you Monty. We will miss you but we will never forget you.

“Never let anyone tell you that something is impossible.” - Monty Oum