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typos-in-my-brain · 28 days

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Not to kaneki post on main again but my guy really looked at five stages of grief and decided to stay most of his time in anger and depression stages and decided to move on only after becoming an eldrich abomination.

Like my man.. Therapy would've been sufficent.

#tokyo ghoul kaneki #kaneki ken #tokyo ghoul #five stages of grief #tokyo ghoul spoilers

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loverofallthingsweird099 · 4 months

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When Legolas, Aragorn, and Gimli found the burnt bodies of all the orcs and they think Merry and Pippin are dead.

Aragorn: *kicking a helmet, on his knees* Denial, anger

Gimli: *crying internally* bargaining, depression

Legolas: *already preforming funeral rites* Acceptance

#fandom #lotr #lord of the rings #lotr movies #lotr fandom #legolas #aragorn #gimli son of gloin #five stages of grief #idk this came to mind

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wildfloweronwheels · 24 days

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having thoughts about the lore of taylor’s career and how incredible it is not only that it all comes from her brain and literally wouldn’t exist without her creativity but that we understand it. It’s fascinating to me that her work is so self referential (obviously because the subject has always been her life) that all she has to really do for us to understand this new album/seemingly darker story is recast and reposition her old work in new ways whether on stage or in playlists. And yes, she’s given us a track list, some cover visuals and a few tidbits that add context, but mainly her art and its history is the only way to pick up what she’s putting down and I just think that’s really cool 🥰

#taylor swift #ttpd #the tortured poets department #hannah post™️#joever #the eras tour #surprise songs #taylor and joe #Taylor playlists #five stages of grief

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lightspringrain · 9 months

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Tears in the Sea

Summary: What if Tech didn't make it out of Hemlock's lab. What would his funeral on Pabu look like?

Notes: The story and images where created by me (LightSpringRain) and can also be found on A03. This story was edited by @eclec-tech.

The cloudless skies betrayed. There was a stillness in the air. A somber tone. There was no one in the streets of Pabu. There was no one on their boats, no one at the beach. There was no one in the pilot seat of the Marauder. There was only an emptiness and the pain of an open wound that filled the air. For today was not a day of joy but of a day of reflection. A day to say one’s final goodbyes. A day to let go of all the grief and begin to learn how to love again.

Tech knew all the calculations and risks probably before any of The Bad Batch set foot on Eriadu. He knew the probabilities of surviving the fall the second he looked down and deeply sighed. He knew even if he were to survive, he would be in enemy territory, gravely wounded and alone. However, none of that mattered. He knew what he had to do in order to save his family.

His plan worked. His family survived but only to be broken up again by a betrayal, long coming. His probabilities and calculations were right. He did survive but only to be captured by Dr. Hemlock. Tech’s body was broken. Too broken to fix even by the doctor. It was the machines that gave him life. A life of pain and torture. A life forced to do unspeakable things and aid in diabolical plans. However, Tech did believe there was a reason he was alive. That reason came when he saw his brothers again.

Although he was tethered to Hemlock’s lab, he was able to aid his brothers. To his delight and fear, everyone he loved was on Mt. Tantiss. Even Phee, who had not given up on the possibility that he was alive. Tech aided his family while still in the lab as they freed the clones and rescued Omega and Crosshair. When they came to get Tech, he had to inform them that he could not go with them...not in the way they wanted him to leave. He was living on borrowed time.

It was Hunter’s worst nightmare. He was so close to having his family together again, but sacrifices had to be made. It was always Tech that made them, but he never second guessed his decisions. It was Tech that asked them to unplug him from Hemlock’s machines. He insisted it would be mercy for him. Mercy to let him have a moment in time where he was certain of peace.

Although their relationship was new and had its growing pains, it felt like the start of a true spark. Tech wanted to navigate it with Phee and see where it would go, but time was cruel. He only had a minute to say his final goodbyes, but he was glad he got to see her again. Glad he got to tell Phee his hopes and realized they shared the same dream. He was glad he got to see his family one last time, knowing they would be safe soon. His purpose as a soldier was done.

It was Crosshair who unplugged Tech - a death that would forever haunt him. Crosshair had heard how Tech stood up to rescue him when all others doubted him. At first he was angry at Tech, for he did not believe he was worth saving. However, now with the consequences in front of him, it would be cruel to deny the meaning of Tech’s sacrifice. Crosshair had to accept his worth to his family after all.

Circumstance gave The Bad Batch the opportunity to bury their brother this time. His body would not be lost in the battlefield, or be kept in a lab to be used as some sort of science experiment. Months after their escape from Tantiss the day came when all preparations were ready. The day felt so heavy even under the cloudless skies. It was time to lay Tech to rest.

His body was no longer being preserved in bacta. Out on the main pier sat his coffin on a stage. It was white like his armor, with a streak of orange running down the middle. There was a little window where one could look at his face. He looked at peace, like he was having a nice dream. Omega wasn’t sure how she felt about this. She wasn’t sure if it made her feel better or worse.

It was morning and people shuffled as they laid out the tables and chairs all along the beach. Normally Omega was one to help, but instead she was near the shore sticking a stick into the wet sand. She glanced over to the pier where Tech layed and got a sinking feeling in her stomach. It wasn’t as strong as it was before, but it still made her look away quickly.

“Sooo. This is where you've been all morning?” Omega continued to stare at the ground despite Phee’s voice.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” she grumbled as she threw the stick into the water. Omega clutched her knees as the sinking feeling returned.

“I didn’t expect you to,” Phee said softly. She stood next to Omega for a moment and looked out to the sea then to Tech’s coffin. She deeply sighed and asked, “Mind if I join you?”

Omega gently wordlessly nodded, still refusing to look at Phee. The two sat there for a moment, not speaking at all - Omega lost in thought and Phee continuously staring out to the sea.

“Phee, have you lost someone before?” Omega finally broke the silence. Phee knew Omega would come around with some space.

“Certainly, people who were close to me and some who were not.” Omega finally was able to look at Phee with this comment. She searched Phee’s eyes for an answer to an unspoken question.

“Is there any way to…understand grief?”

“People might think there are paths on how grief travels but there are no maps to these things. We all grieve differently and grief can take many forms.” Omega again returned to looking at the ground and Phee to the sea. “Can I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

“Am I a bad person because it doesn’t hurt so much anymore?” Omega asked in a broken voice. Phee took a second to respond. She again looked at Tech’s coffin and looked back to Omega.

“When we love someone, we put a piece of our souls into theirs and vice versa. When they are ripped away, that piece is also ripped and it creates a deep wound. That wound changes things. It may take a long time to heal, but when it does that person stays with us in a new way. It doesn’t make you a bad person. It just means you are ready to love him freely again.”

Omega broke her lock on Phee’s eyes as she tried to process what Phee had said. Slowly she realized something.

“I once was sad to be even in the Marauder. It feels different now that Tech is not piloting it, but now it makes me smile to remember all our flying lessons … us practicing the Tech-Turn.” There was a faint smile as Omega recalled the memories. There were still tears building in the corner of her eyes but she felt less guilty about the joy returning to her heart.

“That is the spirit!” Phee put her hand on Omega’s shoulder. Omega smiled at her. “You are able to appreciate the legacy he left behind. We may have lost him, but that doesn’t mean we aren’t able to love him. It may hurt, but to have lost meant you had to have loved. Grief is love expressed through sadness. To heal from grief is to love freely again.”

“So…I am not a bad person. I am trying to figure out how to love him again.” There was a relief in Omega’s voice as she came to this realization.

“Remember all the time he spent with us. Let those memories make you smile again,” Phee said while clutching her chest and looking at Tech’s coffin.

“Isn’t that right, Brown eyes?” she whispered so low that even she could barely hear it.

The sun was reaching noon. There was a gentle breeze, and a light buzz. Some of the residents gathered at tables set along the beach. The Bad Batch and Phee were at a table directly in front of the coffin. It was a tradition to have one last meal before sending a loved one off. It was supposed to be as if the deceased was with them at the table. Only positive memories are supposed to be shared. It was painful and slow at first. Omega finally broke the awkwardness with the memory of Tech winning the Riot Race. Soon The Batch were drinking and laughing. They remembered things back when they were cadets, they remembered things when they first adopted Omega and they remembered things from Tech’s last few days. Tech always had a sassiness that never left him. When it was all said and done, they raised their glasses up high and cheered, “To Tech!”

The coffin was moved onto a small wooden boat. One by one, the Batch came up and spoke a couple of words and left something behind in the boat. Hunter left one of his headbands. Omega, her trooper doll. Wrecker, some of his favorite fruits. Echo, some of his tools. Crosshair, his reflectors and Phee her golden hair bands. They gathered around the boat and pushed it off.

They watched as its sails caught the wind and took it out to sea. They all wore white except for a black sash around their waists. When the boat reached the horizon, they each took off their black sash and let the wind take it away. They were all ripped away and blown over the water. Like tears in the sea, they all dissolved into the water, carrying all their grief and sadness with it. Leaving only a clean white slate behind.

Over the horizon the boat began to sink. There were reefs below, a whole ecosystem full of life. Slowly the boat pulled itself apart with the weight of the water. The coffin gently sank, landing on the reef where over time it would become a part of it. There Tech layed, in an eternal peaceful slumber. Forever surrounded by life and the sun-filled waters of Pabu. He was born on the sea and he had returned to it.

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hollybunchesofoats · 10 months

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Who cares about the five stages of grief when you got the five stages of sleep

1. Awake

2. Yawn

3. Tiredness/Sleepiness

4. Sleep

5. Deep sleep/Super sleep/If you wake me up I will end your life

#holly #hollybunchesofoats #my cats #cat #original cat do not steal #kitten #sleepy #sleepy cat #sleeping cat #sleep #sleeping #sleepy kitty #meow #five stages of grief #five stages of sleep

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thecursed-bride · 23 days

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“You don’t get to tell me about sad!”

Even in a million years, you don’t get to tell me about sad. Sadness is not just some passing emotion for me, it’s something that had been grew along with my body, craved under my skin, leaving uncountable scars in my soul. I am scarred out of sadness.

Even in a million years, you don’t get to tell me about sad. Alone with the fact that you bear some responsibility for this, you have no right to stand there and dare try to absolve yourself of it. So no, you don’t get to stand there and act as if you understand my pain. You don’t get to impart your so-called wisdom on something you know nothing about.

Even in a million years, you don’t get to tell me about sad. You will never, ever get to dictate how I navigate my own sorrow. So, yes, you don’t get to tell me about sad because I’ve lived it, breathed it, survived it, and I will continue to do so, with or without your misguided input.

#you don’t get to tell me about sad #anger phase #five stages of grief #taylorswift #taylor swift #writings #writers and poets #the tortured poets department #ttpd

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crappy-cat-the-tabby-cat · 6 months

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absolutely reading too far into it but what if the circus gang are going through different stages of grief? Pomni is obviously in denial at first assuming this is a dream, later falling into insanity Ragatha is trying to be hopeful and kind in a hopeless situation probably in bargaining or denial depending on how much she's aware of the situation We really haven't seen Gangle in her comedy mask but with her drama mask she's prone to bouts of despair, kind of in a depressive funk Zooble feels just frustrated and done with everything, no fucks to give but seemingly easily irritated and angry Jax is difficult to classify for me since we don't entirely know what is going on in his head, Jax could be depressed and fucking with everyone else as a way to cope with it all, or he could be angry with the situation and everyone else or completely accepting of what's happening and he does this just cuz similarly i can't really figure out Kinger, he's not exactly sane but from what we've seen he's not really in acceptance or angry with the situation, hope we see more of his backstory later on really

#the amazing digital circus #tadc #tadc theory #five stages of grief #theory

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strawberrybyers · 25 days

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1. denial ; i love you, it’s ruining my life

2. anger ; you don’t get to tell me about sad

3. bargaining ; am i allowed to cry?

4. depression ; old habits die screaming

5. acceptance ; i can do it with a broken heart

“the five stages of grief” by linda pastan (1978) // 5 stages of grief playlists by taylor swift (2024)

#grief #denial #anger #bargaining #depression #acceptance #5 stages of grief #five stages of grief #the five stages of grief #linda pastan #taylor swift #the tortured poets department #ttpd #poetry #web weaving

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lovekz · 2 years

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~the five stages of grief~

summary: they warned you. on multiple occasions. “the haitani brothers settle for no one” “nothing you can do will keep him down” “he can’t be yours when he’s everyone’s” but you never listened, did you? now here you are, going through the five stages of grief

tw: this series will contain angst, hate sex (in anger), baby trapping, cheating, drinking, toxic!Rindou, abuse (only in denial) depression, mentions of suicide, toxic homes, and children

THIS SERIES IS ALREADY FINISHED!

prologue

denial : he’s in love with me

anger : so who is she?

bargaining : I won’t do it again

depression : I’m truly sorry

acceptance : this is it

epilogue: special guest route | ran haitani route

#rindou haitani #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev x you #tokyo revengers rindou #rindou x reader #rindou angst #angst #fem!reader #toxic relationship #baby trapping #smut #bonten #bonten rindou #five stages of grief

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feat-taylorswift · 2 months

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| the tortured poets department

written by - taylor swift & co. published - april 19th 2024

file 1:

i love you, it's ruining my life

file 2:

you don't get to tell me about sad

file 3:

am i allowed to cry?

final file:

old habits die screaming

in the drama of grief, denial, adorned in a protective cloak of disbelief, shielding herself from the harsh truths. then, anger, a tempestuous force, wielding emotional storms, directing ire at the world or even themself. bargaining, a negotiator adorned with desperate pleas and attempts to regain control. then, the brooding depression enters, casting a heavy shadow upon the landscape with its profound sadness. finally, acceptance, a wise woman embodying resilience and the gradual reconciliation with the altered reality, bringing lessened pain upon the land.

#taylor swift #taylor #tay tay #taylor nation #eras taylor swift #i love taylor swift #t swizzle #taylornation #taylor alison swift #taylor swift eras #ts ttpd #ttpd era #ttpd tracklist #ttpd #the tortured poets department #five stages of grief

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