#stages of heartbreak

[harrywavycurly]

Stages of Heartbreak Part 13: Twenty Five Days

Masterlist: here

TW: NONE🥳

Tag List: @spenciesprincess @rach5ive @ohmeg @ladyapplejackdnd @eddie-swhore @tlclick73 @bibieddiesgf @waitlalice @lail1010 @somethingvicked @henhouse-horrors @sad-darksoul @mandyjo8719 @sebastiansstanswhore

A/N:This is what you deserve and I contemplated long and hard about if this is what should happen and you know what? Yes…it should so…enjoy, also the next update is the last part.

*Steve just wanted to see if you had his vest…*

[fireplace-ashes13]

If anyone wants these playlists on youtube music

[swiftieinbrazil]

Edit: Taylor's playlists she personally curated for Apple Music + her messages

[asoftepiloguemylove]

YOU'RE IN MY VEINS, YOU FUCK

Henry Miller from a letter to Brenda Venus Dear, Dear Brenda: The Love Letters of Henry Miller to Brenda Venus // boygenius We're In Love // Francisco de Zurbarán Agnus Dei // Katie Maria I used to be a hole in the ground (via @heavensghost) // Rafael Nicolás Angels Before Man // Céline Sciamma Portrait de la jeune fille en feu // Kate Moss in a text message to Pete Doherty // Sophocles Antigone // Joan Didion South and West // Richard Siken Editors Pages: The Long and Short of It // Japanese Breakfast Boyish // VIVINOS Alien Stage; "ROUND 6" // Li-Young Lee I Loved You Before I Was Born // Hannibal; "Secondo" dir. Vincenzo Natali // Hozier Francesca

[taylornation]

We have exactly a fortnight to go through the five stages of heartbreak before THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT arrives. 💔 Thankfully, Taylor and Apple Music made these playlists to prepare us.

Press play and let us know what stage you’re in. 🥲

[speakofshinee]

241130 MEAN: of my first 🔥 Minho 'Something About U' [X]

[iwannabeacowboylikeme]

Taylor Swift out here making these Apple Music Playlists like [HUNGER GAMES CANNON] [HUNGER GAMES CANNON] [HUNGER GAMES CANNON] [HUNGER GAMES CANNON] [HUNGER GAMES CANNON] [HUNGER GAMES CANNON] [HUNGER GAMES CANNON] [HUNGER GAMES CANNON] [HUNGER GAMES CANNON] [HUNGER GAMES CANNON] [HUNGER GAMES CANNON] [HUNGER GAMES CANNON]

[booasaur]

Special Ops: Lioness - 1x07

[javelinbk]

Brian Epstein watches The Beatles performing at the Washington Coliseum, 11th February 1964

[charcoaldustonmyfingers]

Nothing Left To Lose: Part 1/2

(Part 2/2)

After a long journey, Link mulls over his decision on how the story will end.

Left adrift without a true connection to this time, having died in a world long past, who better to understand him than the Sage of Spirit caught in a similar state? Though seasons change and ages pass, it is the land of Hyrule that binds them all together.

This is my interpretation of how Link reacts to the truth of Zelda’s fate! It really hit me with that melancholy, feeling like a remnant of a time long gone, seeing people forget me and friends grow into themselves, my only family now far away. So! I thought I’d touch on that bittersweet feeling. One of a man accepting he will soon set down his burden at long last.

Full page below:

[webanglikethat]

On the journey of platonic heartbreak;

The Bruise of Love / The Shadows of Loss / The ruins of Us.

now and then she rereads the manuscript of the entire torrid affair // and at last, she knew what the agony had been for.

click here to view the sources

[harrywavycurly]

Stages of Heartbreak Part 14: Thirty Nine Days

Masterlist: here

TW: None

Tag List: @spenciesprincess @rach5ive @ohmeg @ladyapplejackdnd @eddie-swhore @tlclick73 @bibieddiesgf @waitlalice @lail1010 @somethingvicked @henhouse-horrors @sad-darksoul @mandyjo8719 @sebastiansstanswhore

A/N: Here it is…the last part to the Heartbreak series. I did a little time jump but only by 2 weeks! Let me just say y’all are the best for how much you have interacted with this series and I am sorry for the pain I have put you through and making you hate Edward James Munson😂🙈 but truly this series has been a wild ride and I hope you enjoy this last update, I really think this is how it should end and hopefully y’all agree!❤️

*Sarah is checking in and making sure she doesn’t have to kick Harrington’s ass…also have you heard the rumor about Eddie’s van?*

[lovelornlovethorn]

denial at every table, I'll save you a seat

anger now I'm begging for footnotes in the story of your life

bargaining is it really your anxiety that stops you from giving me everything? or do you just not want to?

depression but when I walked up to the podium, I think that I forgot to say your name

acceptance you're on your own kid, you always have been

[feuxx]

"Ruler of my heart, ruler of my heart" if Ivan was a god, he'd give Till everything

[asoftepiloguemylove]

"EVERYTHING IS MORE BEAUTIFUL BECAUSE WE ARE DOOMED. YOU WILL NEVER BE LOVELIER THAN YOU ARE NOW. WE WILL NEVER BE HERE AGAIN."

Homer The Iliad // 呪術廻戦 Jujutsu Kaisen (2018-2024) cr. Gege Akutami // Mitski I'm Your Man // Alien Stage (2022-) cr. VIVINOS & QMENG // Wisława Szymborska The Onion // Fear Street Part Three: 1666 (2021) dir. Leigh Janiak // Mitski Once More to See You // Arcane: League of Legends (2021-2024) // Ethel Cain Wrestling in Dirt Pits // 怪物 Monster (2023) dir. Hirokazu Kore-eda // unknown // Banana Fish (2018) dir. Hiroko Utsumi // Bianca Stone Artichokes // Portrait de la jeune fille en feu Portrait of a Lady on Fire (2019) dir. Céline Sciamma // Robert Frost Nothing Gold Can Stay // NANA (2006-2007) dir. Morio Asaka // Coldplay Sparks // 刻在你心底的名字 Your Name Engraved Herein (2020) dir. Patrick Kuang-Hui Liu // Julia de Burgos That You Love Me In Green // Moonlight (2016) dir. Barry Jenkins // Margaret Atwood Significant Moments in the Life of My Mother

[aventurineswife]

Stages of Shadows |

R O U N D 1

The lights in the preparation room were dimmed, casting a soft, theatrical glow over the contestants as they moved about, adjusting to the discomfort of their new performance attire. In one corner stood Robin, dressed in an intricate outfit befitting her reputation, yet there was a subtle tension in her posture as she glanced over the stage setup, breathing in the heavy atmosphere of anticipation. She straightened her costume, fingers trailing over the ornate details that made her feel both regal and vulnerable.

Her eyes flickered across the room, finding [Name], who was calmly adjusting their own attire. Though they'd exchanged few words before, the air between them held a strange familiarity mixed with a new layer of rivalry, now that they knew the consequences of failure. [Name] glanced at Robin, catching her gaze just for a moment—a fleeting glance that held no warmth, only a steady, unreadable intensity that sent a chill down her spine.

Taking a breath, Robin tried to shake off the unease. She had performed countless times before audiences that adored her, but here, it was different. There was no adoration waiting for her out there—only judgment and the cold, detached gaze of the evaluators. The stakes were terrifyingly real.

A low chime echoed in the room, signaling that it was time. Robin swallowed, her heartbeat quickening. She could feel [Name]'s presence behind her, steady and unfazed. It was as if the world beyond the curtain had melted away, and only the stage and their impending judgment existed.

As they were called forward, Robin gave a final glance at [Name], finding in their expression something between confidence and quiet ruthlessness. This was it—their first round, the moment to prove themselves or be forgotten forever.

(Art by @zassyoku_DD on X)

On the stage, as the haunting notes began to fill the air, Robin and [Name] slipped into the music’s flow, voices weaving together in a bittersweet harmony that held the audience in rapt attention. Their voices rose and fell, merging effortlessly, blending vulnerability with strength, creating something beyond a competition. Each note seemed to bind them, transcending the stakes and the darkness looming at the edge of the stage.

The lights dimmed to an intimate glow, spotlighting the two of them as they sang. At that moment, their eyes met—two gazes locked, capturing a warmth that melted the cold tension of the competition. Robin’s nerves faded as [Name]'s eyes softened, reflecting gentleness. There was no calculation, no rivalry—only the connection between two souls bound by the intensity of this shared moment.

They sang the next verse, their voices intertwining with a vulnerability that was raw and tender. Without realizing it, they stepped closer, their hands brushing as they reached for the same note. A faint smile tugged at the corner of Robin’s lips, one that [Name] mirrored, as if they both understood something unspoken—that, for now, nothing else mattered. Winning, losing... it all faded away.

As Robin gazed into [Name]'s eyes, the final note lingered in the air, resonating softly in their hearts. Her gaze drifted for a split second to the scoreboard, the ominous numbers sealing her fate, before she looked back at [Name] with a serene acceptance.

Her lips curved into a gentle smile, and she whispered, so quietly it was barely a breath: “Please take care of my brother.”

For a moment, [Name] didn’t understand, still lost in the warmth of their shared performance, still captured by the closeness between them. But then, like a thunderclap, the words sank in. Their eyes widened just as something warm and wet splattered against their cheek—a spray of crimson that stole the air from their lungs. They staggered back, the weight of realization crashing down as they watched Robin’s body fall.

Time seemed to slow as they fell to their knees, numbness spreading through their limbs. The stage lights cast a stark glow over Robin’s form, her body lying still, surrounded by a pool of her own blood, a final soft smile gracing her face as though she’d found peace in her last moment.

A single trickle of red traced the curve of her lips, frozen in time.

[Name] reached out, trembling, their fingertips brushing the cold stage floor just inches from her. The crowd’s noise, the distant cheers, the indifferent faces of the judges—all blurred into a single, painful silence. The friend who had been beside them, who had shared this stage, was gone.

They could only stare, horror-stricken, the emptiness sinking deeper as Robin’s words echoed in their mind. The weight of her last request crushed them, etching itself into their heart like a scar: “Please take care of my brother.”

And in that moment, as the reality of her absence set in, [Name] felt their own smile fade, replaced by the raw, aching emptiness of loss.

The world around them felt distant, blurred at the edges, as if time itself had halted to mourn her passing. But reality crashed back all too soon—the firm grip of a guard’s hand yanked them upright, snapping a cold metal collar back around their neck. The sharp click of the lock echoed, sealing them back into the relentless, unyielding grip of the competition.

The weight of the collar pressed into their skin, a brutal reminder of their place here, as if the warmth of her last touch and her parting words were already slipping away. They didn’t struggle, didn’t fight; they simply stood, eyes still locked on Robin’s peaceful form lying amid the crimson stain on the stage. That faint smile she wore haunted them, searing into their memory as something to carry with them—a fragile comfort and a haunting wound all at once.

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