Barely six months ago I
sat down and wrote a post about Jay’s life and passing. As with so
many things, I never imagined we would find ourselves here again so
soon. Grief on the tips of our tongues, as those we support and love
live through one of the hardest of times there can be; the loss of a
parent. Then as now, I feel there is little we can say with any true
knowledge, save our experiences from the fandom side. A few words are
all I can offer, framed by my own experience of loss.
Robin Twist. A charming
man with a delightful name, always ready with a large smile and a
quick joke, not least at Harry’s expense. I remember him from the
earliest days of The X Factor, at Harry’s side with the rest
of his family cheering him on, and speaking of the new family Harry
had found in the boys. Always supportive, always ready with a warm
hug, always so proud of the boy who had left home to audition at
sixteen, and who never came back home.
It’s a measure of the
man he was that he had Harry be best man at his wedding to Anne, and
that Harry was so supportive of their relationship. As a child of two
families where both parents remarried, I know how hard it can be to
make all those new relationships work, and it’s credit to all
involved that they made it seem so seamless and effortless, and that love
seemed to be the centre of it all. I’m also lucky enough to have step
parents that just became parents; a safe place and a warm hug
whenever they are needed. I know that’s not always the case with
everyone when melding families, and I’m so glad for them all (from
all we were privileged to see), that Harry and Gemma seemed to have that kind of
relationship with Robin. A Dad, in all the ways that mattered.
Robin always struck me
as someone it would be fun to meet for a quiet pint which would then
turn into a raucous session, underlined with his quick wit and warm
heart. A presence like a heartbeat, life circulating around him.
These are things I’ll never know to be true, but I like to hope that
I can truly say that
Robin is woven like a bright thread into the history of the 1D fandom
family, there from the get go, always so supportive and proud, even
as recently as a few weeks ago, clad in Harry’s bright silver boots
and his hat at his London gig, there with a joke and a laugh with fans. There are so
many memories he’ll be part of, a hug and a smile, and a bit of
banter. He had a sparkle in his eyes and it always caught the light.
Robin, I’m so, so glad
you got to see Harry perform his new songs live (duck noise and all).
I will never, ever hear Woman without thinking of you. You
made me and so many others laugh so very much, with your ability to
keep Harry’s feet on the ground in the funniest of ways. And that is
a glorious thing.
To Anne, Amy, Mike,
Gemma and Harry, and all his family and friends now living with the
loss of such a warm and vibrant presence, I can only say hold close
to those memories and to that laughter, to help you through the days when
you can no longer find a smile. The days will seem endless, and they
will not be easy. But there will, I hope for you, come a time when there are more
smiles than tears. When those very stories will make you laugh
instead of cry. I hope you reach those days when you are ready, and
can hold steady to one another until they come to pass. I hope they
you all get the quiet and space you need in these coming days and
weeks, and that some day far from now you find one another again, in
those places you’ve never been.
Summary: When Hollywood’s heartthrob Bucky Barnes breaks up with his girlfriend, you jokingly tag him in a selfie on Instagram to express your desire to date him. What you don’t expect is a response from the man himself [Modern AU].
A/N: While this story is drawing to an end, we’re still riding the angst train in this series. It feels like a neverending drop, doesn’t it? However, I hope the remaining chapters will bring clarity to everything.
You remained silent as you slipped away from Bucky’s touch, leaving his pleas unanswered. Succumbing to his wrath once more, you let yourself drift away from the world as you tried to process everything he confessed to you. So much was revealed and you didn’t know how to react, what to think of his situation. If anything, you were confused and shocked and exhausted by all of this, not having the capability to sort out your emotions anymore. Though he thought his confession gave you clarity, Bucky caused more chaos in your muddled thoughts that ever before, causing more questions to arise than answers.
Just a quick reminder that today is thursday which means Isak and Even
had dinner with Even’s parents. And when they arrived Isak was wrapped in the
tightest and warmest hugs from Even’s mom and dad.
Both gushing about him and Liv cupping
Isak’s face saying “Oh, my god! Eighteen!” as if she had known him all his life
and couldn’t believe how much he had grown. Even’s dad slapped Isak’s back
repeatedly and muttered his agreement as Liv proceeded to
When Even finally manages to transition them all into the living room
Isak’s eyes fall on a delicious looking cake right next to four flutes of sparkling wine.
(Liv had called Even about what cake Isak would want which resulted in “I think
he would love chocolate cake with strawberries and cherries on top.” Liv was quiet for a second and then asked, “strawberries and cherries?” with a
disbelieving voice and after Even’s inquisitive “Hm?” she continued with “That’s
a weird combination.” Even just shrugged, convinced that his mother would hear it
in his voice when he replied, “He’s a weird boy.”)
And they stuck 18 candles into the cake and made him blow them out and wish for
something (Isak wasn’t allowed to tell anyone what he wished for - which he was
told by three loud speaking-over-oneanother Bech Næsheims).
Afterwards they sang happy birthday for him - of course Isak blushed a bit and said “oooh you don’t have to” but had
the biggest grin on his face as they did - and Even’s heart swelled when he saw
how absolutely happy Isak looked.