in memory of those who lost their lives

The Rogue One vs OT fave competition thing that fandom is doing is … really baffling for me.

I mean, there are lots of reasons, like the fact that Luke Skywalker—far from singly claiming the glory—leads a squadron named in memory of Rogue One. 

But also, a lot of the … hm, guiding principles of the RO characters are lived out by the OT characters?

In particular, one of the essential RO lines for me is 

You’re not the only one who lost everything. Some of us just decided to do something about it.

That’s Cassian, but also it’s hard to think of anything that could better describe the Skywalker twins. Luke lost his entire world over those plans. Leia literally lost her entire world. And it only makes them more determined to throw themselves into the fray.

They do it in the immediate wake of those first terrible losses. And the next year, and the next, and the next, and the next, on and on and on. There’s another essential line from RO:

We’ll take the next chance, and the next, until we win, or the chances are spent.

That is the hope and determination that shapes every one of Luke and Leia’s choices. The Force is with them, and occasional pure luck—but that’s the only reason they don’t meet the same fate as Jyn, Cassian, and all the others. 

Often enough, it might be easier for them if they had. But, however steep the cost, they never stop pushing forward. They never give up.

They couldn’t live with themselves if they did, either.


Juventus Stadium pays its respects to Chapecoense: fans and players alike of Juventus and Atalanta come together to honour the memories of those who tragically lost their lives in the Chapecoense air disaster.

A Time for Thanksgiving

As we celebrate our unity in diversity, let us give thanks for all of God’s blessings, including the blessing of family, friends and country.

“Give thanks to the LORD, for he is good; his love endures forever.” (1 Chronicles 16:34)

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!

Photo: World Trade Center, New York, NY. These demolished steel girders of the World Trade Center were found like this at Ground Zero – in the shape of a cross. Hanging off of it is the remains of a huge globe originally situated in the plaza, also destroyed that day. Twenty feet tall, the cross is now installed on a base as a permanent memorial to that day and to those who lost thier lives.

It’s been 15 years since the tragic events of September 11, 2001, but the images of that day remain clear. Two planes were flown into the World Trade Center in New York and a third into the Pentagon in Virginia. Nearly 3,000 people lost their lives. Because of the actions of 40 passengers and crew aboard the fourth plane, Flight 93, the U.S. Capitol was saved. In New York, Virginia, Pennsylvania and across the country, people will gather today to remember the depth of our loss and the strength of our resolve. By visiting these places and hearing their stories, those who were taken will never be forgotten. Photo from the Flight 93 National Memorial by Tami Heilemann, Interior.

Dressed in a rather exotic uniform of army boots, army caps and fur coats, this image shows five female members of the First Aid Nursing Yeomanry standing in front of some Red Cross ambulances. As the first female recruits of this organization came from the ranks of the upper classes, perhaps the fur coats should not be too surprising. The women would have worked as drivers, nurses and cooks. Established by Lord Kitchener in 1907, the First Aid Nursing Yeomanry (FANY) was initially an auxiliary unit of women nurses on horseback, who linked the military field hospitals with the frontline troops. Serving in dangerous forward areas, by the end of the conflict First Aid Nursing Yeomanry members had been awarded 17 Military Medals, 1 Legion d'Honneur and 27 Croix de Guerre. A memorial to those women who lost their lives while working for the organization, can be found at St Paul's Church, Knightsbridge, London.

Red Room ft. Cat (Stray Cat Crossing)
Red Room ft. Cat (Stray Cat Crossing)

Written and Sung by: Perfectlyvindictive

Instrumental Composed by: Jurlo


It’s strange how people
Come and go
Alike seasons
And memories made of sorrow

Alike a butterfly effect
My choices misdirect
Those that I love
Who I care for
They’re above the clouds  

I’ve made my mistakes
People i’ve betrayed

Running away, to only find that
I’ve lost time, and they’ve lost their lives

(again i absolutely love this game)

He Lived On (Part 1/2)

Seasons come and go. Monsters live and die. But not so with an elemental. Time is but a mere construct to one who’s life is boundless. Months, years, decades, and centuries pass but they live on.

One can lose himself in the passage of time. He once thought of keeping a journal. But a thousand pages after, he realized it was pointless. Friends come and go. Wounds hurt and heal. Memories form and fade. Only he remained. So he stopped, locked the pages away and moved on.

Grillby was once a soldier, that much he knew by the sword and shield he kept hidden away in his attic gathering dust for what seems like an eternity.

When the war was over and all hope seemed lost, he became a beacon of hope, giving warmth to those who were cold, and providing food for those who were starved. For their sake, Grillby lived on.

When the monsters started to settle, he opened a little shop of his own, a little bar in the middle of town. Customers came and went, so did their children and their children after them. He listened to every one of their stories, he treasured them all. Grillby lived on.

Some days he risked walking to Waterfall. He would let his mind wander until he found himself amidst the gem studded caverns. Sometimes his vision blurred as he gazed at the sea of shining stones. His core ached for something yet he couldn’t remember what. With a heavy heart, Grillby lived on.

When the barrier broke, Grillby couldn’t believe the news. It spread like wildfire across town. A human child had set them all free! Monsters were excited to see it for themselves, but not him. Patiently, he waited until the door clicked shut as the last of his customers left.

That night, he went alone. He marched past waterfall, then hotlands, the core, the throne room. Then finally, he stood outside the barrier. He basked in all the glory of the heavenlies above. With tear stained cheeks he whispered, “Finally, we made it…”

He lived on.


I am honestly a big fan of @silverskye13 ’s Casting Rain. It’s the fic’s one year anniversary so I wanted to make something to celebrate it.

Then this little fanfic of a fanfic popped into my head. :) Thanks for inspiring me to write again. Cheers!

Part 2 will be posted in a while.

Here’s the link to the fic’s blog <3 @theblogofcastingrain

People ask me, ‘how do you hold so much knowing so young?’, and I say, ‘much experience love’. But the truth is, I am an old soul, and I have seen this all before. Nostalgia tends to plague those who have existed many life times. Déjà vu is a glitch in their memory, they are recalling a different life..Their soul has existed for so long, that they are familiar with the feeling of leaving things behind, moving on and being reborn. Old souls like to take the window seat, gazing out and getting lost in the imagination of the past. People say that writers/creatives have vast imagination, but the truth is, we simply have vast memory. And we remember our past lives.
—  Cindy Anneh-bu
Harry Potter Head Cannon 2

It is widely accepted that some sort of memorial plaque went up for all those who lost their lives in the battle of Hogwarts and that each name is written on it. 

I believe that Fred Weasley’s name is not on this plaque but rather they have renamed the bit of the portable swamp in the Hogwarts hall (from the Fred and George exit in book 5, the part Flitwick didn’t clean up as it was “a good bit of magic”) to the Fred Weasley Memorial Swamp (labeled with a sign) and that it is now a part of Hogwarts as much as the room of requirement. 

  • Dorian: Shale, What were you like when you were a dwarf, before you became what you are now?
  • Shale: Those memories are lost to the Stone. My own flesh stone or to the memories, I am not sure which.
  • Dorian: That’s terrible. Who are you if you don’t remember where you came from?
  • Shale: I have been what I am now for much longer than I was a dwarf. Is it sad that it is no longer an infant? Does it miss being swaddled and unable to control its own bowels? Or is it pleased with what it became in time?
  • Dorian: I suppose you have a point, but I still think that’s a sad way to live.
  • Shale: It should talk to me again when it’s been around for more than a few centuries. Perhaps then it will understand.

Even in Star Trek Online they’re holding memorials for Mr. Nimoy. On Vulcan. There were a few people who had been there for several hours, too, reminiscing over his work in and out of Star Trek. It’s all so sad to have lost yet another iconic actor of our time. 

As Tasha Yar had said in her own memorial recording, “Death is that state in which one exists only in the memories of others which is why it is not an end. No goodbyes…just good memories.” Those words ring just as true now as they did then. 

You will truly be missed, Mr. Nimoy. Your wit and wisdom were an inspiration to us all. Live Long and Prosper.

“It was harder now that she had learned not to chase things, or people. But there would always be something inside her that brought her to the absolute edge. she couldn’t help but get too close, lean over, and peer down. And it was the way she looked, smiling off the ledge, that was everything i found beautiful. Because down there were a few things she learned she could live without. They were once parts of her, parts that mattered immensely. Broken dreams, severed heartstrings, lost loves, childhood memories, and some of who she believed she was. And still, she leaned over, and always smiled. You should know she’s not lacking. Those parts of her missing, made room for wings. If angels have to die, to come back to life, than she would never have a fear of falling after learning how to fly…….”

- J.Raymond

Horace Millichamp Moore-Jones, Private Simpson, D.C.M., & his donkey at Anzac, 1918.

Gallipoli Campaign

Casualties and losses:
252,000 - Australia, India, Newfoundland, New Zealand, United Kingdom, France
251,000 - Ottoman Empire

In 1934 Atatürk (father of the Turks) wrote a tribute to the Anzacs killed at Gallipoli:

Those heroes that shed their blood and lost their lives … You are now lying in the soil of a friendly country. Therefore rest in peace. There is no difference between the Johnnies and the Mehmets to us where they lie side by side here in this country of ours … You, the mothers who sent their sons from faraway countries, wipe away your tears; your sons are now lying in our bosom and are in peace. After having lost their lives on this land they have become our sons as well.

This inscription appears on the Kemal Atatürk Memorial, Anzac Parade, Canberra.

Today, on Memorial Day, we at Penny4NASA are remembering those who have given their lives while serving this nation.

Since its establishment in 1958, NASA has had close ties with all branches of the United States Armed Forces, with many astronauts themselves having served in the military. In 1967, Gus Grissom (United States Air Force), Ed White (United States Air Force), and Roger Chaffee (United States Navy) lost their lives due to a cabin fire while performing an Apollo 1 launch rehearsal.

They will never be forgotten.

It’s like you vanished
off the face of the Earth,
and I’m the only one left
who really remembers you

Some days I question
if you were ever here at all,
if you were just another dream
I didn’t want to wake up from.

I try not to live in
those sweet memories where
you still existed,
instead hoping that
one day you’ll return and
maybe stay.

So until then,
I won’t be lost or sad;
I will smile with this
rosy grin you rebuilt
and look toward the future
where you might be waiting.

—  You’re not here with me right now, but I hope you are in the near future.