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edge-oftheworld · 2 months

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ttpd meets 5sos yet again

denial playlist

bad omens vapor lie to me not in the same way midnight empty wallets lost in reality broken pieces bloodhound haze voodoo doll daylight perfect lie repeat comedown no shame disconnected complete mess san francisco baby blue kiss me kiss me safety pin 18 don't stop valentine

anger playlist

hey everybody she's kinda hot easier me myself & i over and out teeth (live from the vault) tears! good girls rejects social casualty greyhound diamonds broken pieces she looks so perfect starting line easy for you to say talk fast if walls could talk lost boy castaway catch 22 permanent vacation airplanes skinny skinny kill my time

bargaining playlist

catch fire heartbreak girl outer space why won't you love me more lonely heart a beautiful dream when you walk away moodswings the girl who cried wolf the only reason 2011 everything i didn't say shakes take my hand scar mum drive broken home saigon best years have u found what ur looking for? monster among men greenlight waste the night out of my limit

depression playlist

invisible red desert youngblood wrapped around your finger you don't go to parties caramel amnesia woke up in japan beside you wherever you are close my eyes the sweetness close as strangers story of another us fly away place in me slip away ghost of you emotions gotta get out try hard blender moving along red line motion high

acceptance playlist

carry on heartache on the big screen babylon teeth who do you love long way home better man carousel lighter bleach old me bloodline english love affair flatline sunshine matter of time meet you there best friends end up here want you back never be jet black heart wildflower lover of mine i'm to blame unpredictable older

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sagesskies · 13 days

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ʀɪᴄʜᴀʀᴅ ꜱʜᴇᴘʜᴇʀᴅ

✒ ʙᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ᴘɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇꜱ

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇꜱ: ɪᴍᴘʟɪᴇᴅ ɴᴏɴᴄᴏɴ, ᴄʜᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ

“You’ve ruined me,” Richard pants, his blonde hair is sticking up, he’s covered in a light sheen of sweat, and his green eyes are blown wide open as he tries to compose himself, “I… I can’t- Hannah could never…”

He stares at you as you lie below him, equally sweaty, your neck and shoulders are littered with hickeys and bite marks, and you’re on the verge of passing out. The rims of your eyes are red, and your face is moist with tears. Your lip is swollen from Richard’s teeth digging into them, nearly tearing them off in his fervour.

You look like you’re about to die.

He looks more alive than he ever has before.

Richard looks like he wants to do it again.

Yet his eyes are filled with fear, and you want to laugh, but your throat is crying out in pain.

“You’ve ruined me.”

☏ - ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇᴍᴀɪʟ: ᴍʀ. ꜱᴀɢᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴍɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴏᴘᴇɴ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ.

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raisedbythetv89 · 2 months

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“Yeah but this is what Buffy said so you’re WRONG”

*deep sigh*

Listen pookie if you can’t critically look at the differences between what someone says vs what their actions say and catalog any inconsistencies between the two you’re gonna be easy as FUCK to manipulate…. people don’t mean what they say unfortunately ALL THE TIME so we must pay attention to their actions to see if they support or disprove their words

#ranting #USE YOUR BRAIN #USE YOUR BRAIN THAT THING IN YOUR HEAD?? USE IT #media literacy #actions speak louder than words #btvs meta #buffy is forced to deny so much of herself as the seasons go on!!!#she is literally our QUEEN of denial what are you doing take her words or anyone’s at face value???#spuffy #buffy summers

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hogoflight · 6 months

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decided I’m still in love with my TOA cat au. Eventually his kids agree to bring him home and take care of him on a schedule and his youngest (who got mysteriously claimed whilst Apollo was a cat) begged and begged to take him home. So the other kids eventually relented and he (loves Warrior cats so much) gave Apollo an honorary Warrior cats name. (Placeholder will be Rufflepaw / Ruffletail bc he’s a teenager cat! Actually no I feel like the teen awkwardness, self-awareness etc. given to Apollo as Lester when he got turned into a teen could correlate to Being A Scared Kitty.) WORSE THOUGHT: what if Apollo had the same identity crisis he did during the series but instead of “Lester” it was “Ruffletail”. How would that make you (me) feel (very upset). OK ACTUALLY INSTEAD, when Apollo completes his trials (?? WAIT. HOW WOULD HE DO THAT HE’S A CAT HANG ON.) and he publishes his book series about his trials he gently reads them to his (very excited) kids as a bedtime story. They all huddle around him (he is the nightlight and the radiator) as he reads and whenever Apollo reads out his identity crisis sections, every time he says his agreed-upon cat name his youngest yells “RUFFLETAIL!!” after it.

#apollo #toa #cat #toa cat au #dadpollo #HYPOTHETICALLY if I were to mirror the character arcs (as much as I could given. CAT) of the og TOA series AND TAKE THIS VERY SERIOUSLY #I would make the parts where Apollo is being cringe and obnoxious to try his hardest to make sure everyone “knows” he’s super selfish #Instead be him pretending to be over dramatic about being a cat. Generally being a nuisance and not cooperating (shitting in the sink).#but when he drops the 50 layers of denial he’s got going on he admits to himself how ABSOLUTELY TERRIFYING it is to be an Actual God #who is now a Cat. and how helpless he feels. I think people around him would realise this when he doesn’t manage to #fake being over dramatic well enough people recognise he’s actually very upset and possibly in pain. And are very gentle and quiet with him #(bc he’s literally just a scared shaking cat :((( bless him)#Him realising the consequences of his actions would come from him being much weaker -> knowing what feeling utterly helpless feels like.#Much of the tragedy would come from being unable to communicate or apollogise with people he’s hurt currently (more intense motivation to #Apologise and communicate when he’s a god)#BUT then again this is if you were to take this seriously I like it silly 💃🕺#I also like that he’s just being rotated around various people’s houses over the summer and Suffering.#Poor baby but also he absolutely deserves it <33 he’s learning!!

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calumhoodgoss · 2 months

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Here for comfort because I FUCKING KNEW IT.

I'm posting from bed because I'm too depressed to get up.

OH MY FUCK I DIDNT EVEN NOTICE THAT

Crying

Screaming

Throwing up

WHAT DO WE THINK GUYS IS IT AN ENGAGEMENT RING

#im in denial #i cant believe she wouldnt post showing it off??#like at least a little tiktok wearing the damn thing #wish that i could wake up with amnesia #also just had a huge stalk through a bunch of accounts and why is NO ONE TALKING ABOUT THIS #babes are you the first person to even realise it #an expert in our midst #5sos #5 seconds of summer #calum hood #almondmilkhunni #amh

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xivdl · 11 months

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the silky german 🇩🇪

bros looks so buzzing to escape that club lmaooo

#FIRST SIGNING OF THE SUMMER WOOO #I can come out as a kai havertz enjoyer now #no more denial #hes gonna cook at midfield under arteta I can feel it in my balls #v draws footy #kai havertz #havertz #kh29 #arsenal fc #arsenal #afc #my_art #football fanart

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femmetay · 2 months

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my favorite singer renaming the 5 stages of grief to 5 stages of heartbreak and using them as a marketing technique and making money off the streaming playlists one month after my 25 year old cousin passed from leukemia was not a thing I thought I’d ever have to be bothered by. you don’t get to tell me about sad blah blah blah well you don’t get to tell me about grief.

#this is in such poor taste what was she thinking #sorry but cruel summer doesn’t sound like the denial I felt that my baby cousin died a year after being diagnosed #fuck off fuck off fuck off fuck off fuck off

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sarah-cam · 10 months

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belly: i wanted the giraffe

also belly:

#bonrad #the summer i turned pretty #text #clown behavior #she's in her denial era

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barbieaemond · 6 months

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Very noble of HBO to hold back all the Aemond content given how we totally lose our shit with literally two frames. They care about our wellbeing aww

#yeah I’m delusional #i’m in denial #I won’t survive summer 24 #nope not at all

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midnight-mismanagement · 1 year

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I know this has been talked about a lot but just been thinking about how Something Blue is like a fanfic writer going “haha what if I shipped this wouldn’t it be wild jk” and then it spiralling wildly out of control. It is a crack ship eventually treated seriously and I find that hilarious.

And also just, how does the Will Be Done spell even work. The parameters. I’ve been thinking about it, and Willow only said “why doesn’t she just go marry him” (or something to that effect) not “why don’t they fall hopelessly in love with each other and get married.” They could’ve easily had it where they both maintained their enemy dynamic and been very confused and angry the entire way to getting a marriage certificate, and I think it’s that the concept of marriage and the action of it have to align with the person’s internal logic in some way. Buffy does not believe she will get married, she is the Slayer, she can fantasize but she will most likely die young. So marriage in her head is a Big Fantasy Thing that should only be done if you are Truly In Love and it must require all the wedding planning and the beautiful white dress and all the bells and whistles because the improbability of it happening just fuels the abstract fantasy. She comes across as So Happy and it’s the happiest she’s ever been because on some level she cannot imagine herself being that happy and she cannot imagine a wedding without being that happy, so it’s designated into this little Buffy Fantasy Box Scenario.

And Spike has loved Dru for a hundred years and never needed a wedding or marriage because that is a Human Concept that he probably also fantasized about as a human but hasn’t really thought of since (and has probably had to abandon). Their love doesn’t need a silly paper, they are having a wedding everyday, they celebrate their love everyday, it’s about the constant displays of devotion. So in this made up marriage scenario, Spike can only imagine himself as initiating a proposal if he is In Love and Devoted (and probably secretly wishes he and Dru did have some kind of wedding but would never admit that. Thinking about Angelus telling him: “you can take what you want, have what you want, but nothing is yours. Not even her [dru].”)

Basically, Spike and Buffy as they are would only consider marriage if they are truly in love with someone and they both have a little tentatively abstract Wedding Fantasy that lives rent free in their brains that they would never admit exists there in the first place. And it’s why both of them act like a CoupleTM and do all the Wedding Planning ThingsTM because that’s what a wedding should be, right?

They shouldn’t be a Thing [couple/in love] and yet they are meeting each other halfway in indulging this Thing [wedding/marriage/”normal” life] that can never be.

#I know Spike's repressed feelings and denial have been talked about #but i'm just thinking about the pure crackhead energy this ship started on #it's about the impossible #the improbable #meeting each other halfway in the shared fantasy we would never tell anyone about #it's not so much the wedding itself #but more the celebration of something that you are promising to someone else will last forever #spike had a love he said was eternal #and yet he also tells buffy he's never been 'close'#buffy was given an expiration date that keeps updating in increments #and she still dreams #she beats up a troll with his own hammer while yelling xander and anya's love will last forever #basically they are both just teenage girls cutting up magazines together #and that's valid #spuffy #something blue #buffy summers #spike btvs #btvs #btw I don't think anyone needs a wedding to say they love each other I'm purely basing this off of what it might mean for the characters #btvs s4

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soleilnomoon · 10 months

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Kaia my darling!!!!! Congrats on your milestone!!!

Can I get strawberries with a mai tai, and songs 8 bubblegum, 16 bonfire, and 44. “I’m sorry have we met?” for either sanji, law, or rayleigh?

Please and thank you! 💕

hiiiiii bb 🤩 okay so i picked rayleigh bc hello i love that man obsessively 🤭 this was my first time writing a full fic for him so i was v excited, ty ty 💙 and even tho fluff tries to claim my life every time i write it, i persevered (for u, this is me proposing obvy~) anyway i had fun!! 🥰️

1.3k words (i tried, i tried to keep it under 1k, i failed so bad), gn reader, sfw (just slightly suggestive yk the vibes babey), 18+ mdni; fluff!!!!!!! and maybe, maybe, a tiny tiny bit of angst maybe. just maybe. feat. reader wanting to be a lone wolf, rayleigh who is just v social when alcohol is involved, denial (of feelings and attraction, sort of), it's not cheating bc... well it's not. no real warnings, there's alcohol and a beach and a bonfire. the moon is a paid actress, the ocean is a special guest <3 i, too, would be flustered like crazy around rayleigh, he's got bde 💛 (if u see spelling/grammar errors no u didn't bb)

solitude haunts you without remorse — heavy, daunting, an eerie melody that saturates your world. gray and unending, with a curtain so thick that it obscures your vision most days. it nestles itself in the grooves of the footprints you leave behind in the wet sand along the shore, the ocean water kissing the bottom of your feet as the tide ebbs and flows with practiced ease. you pause in your slow gait and allow the water to wash over your feet over and over before moving forward.

you don’t have a particular destination in mind, you simply wanted to be away from the noise of the sea-faring town you decided to visit. and while you don’t actively seek out solitude, it still follows you around, blending into your shadow, but there’s a comfort in its presence.

because, then, you’re never truly alone, are you?

partially obscured, a waning crescent moon illuminates the ocean, glowing brightly; another comfort that pushes aside that empty, aching feeling in your chest. the ripples in the water are mesmerizing and hypnotic, but you don’t fall prey to its machinations — you don’t let the barely audible melodies of the lurking sirens tempt you into walking closer.

if anything, you give yourself some distance.

there’s a small gathering nearby, the partygoers beckoning you with their promises of drinks and good food. if your traitorous stomach didn’t gurgle so loudly, you would have been able to refuse without issue.

still, it doesn’t hurt to eat, especially when everything smells rich and enticing, strong enough to make your mouth water. you watch the crowd around you, their infectious laughter seeps into your skin, a small flicker of warmth igniting to jumpstart your heart.

this is nice, you tell yourself before taking out a piece of bubblegum from your bag and chewing on it. you don’t particularly like this brand or flavor — much too sweet and a little thick — but you need something to do, and chewing gum helps calm you, surprisingly enough.

silvers rayleigh has never been fond of rooting himself in one, singular place; the desire to roam, to investigate the wonders of the world, to meet and experience life through people — it overwhelms him constantly. to combat that impulse, he sticks to roaming nearby islands, accidentally stumbling upon the same coastal town you find yourself in.

and again it’s pure coincidence that leads him to take the empty chair closest to you. he doesn’t bother with the flask he has, opting to graciously accept the free drinks from the revelers nearby. the brandy is sweet, but crisp — something he’s not too accustomed to, but it puts him at ease all the same. it’s when you pucker your lips and exhale to blow your bubblegum into a decent sized bubble, that he takes notice of you.

well, no—that’s a lie.

he already did notice you, in town earlier. you still have that same, dazed look in your eyes, the same melancholy that inadvertently acts as a small shield to protect you from others draped along your shoulders. you’re not a case study, he knows that, but that doesn’t keep him from observing you all the same.

it’s something stronger than morbid curiosity, and the more he drinks, the closer he comes to discovering the truth in that.

the bubble pops unceremoniously, the saccharine scent is much stronger than he thought it’d be; even as he steadies his breathing, it’s almost as the wind is working against him, keeping him rooted in the chair as he’s bombarded with the playful, artificial smell of strawberry and cherry all in one.

it’s much more pleasant than he thought it would be.

you’re not the best at observing your surroundings, but you’re not completely helpless — especially not when the man next to you is so boldly looking at you without remorse or shame. you chew on the fruity bubblegum thoughtfully and turn towards him unprompted.

a coy smile hangs onto his lips, the corners of his mouth curling upward as thinly veiled amusement flits about on his face.

“i’m sorry,” you say softly, in between chews, “have we met?”

the question is valid, and he should probably answer you, but he finishes his drink instead and waves someone down to pour him another.

with furrowed brows, you watch him quietly, taking in the sharp angle of his jaw and admiring the way he savors each sip of his drink. a peculiar silence surrounds both of you, and when he looks your way again, his eyes sweep over you once — almost like an intimate touch between lovers — and you suddenly remember that you’ve been holding your breath, waiting for him to answer you.

he takes his time, though, the tip of his tongue briefly gliding onto his lip —because wasting even a single drop of brandy is irresponsible, in his opinion. it’s with clarity and certainty that he tells you, “no.”

the answer isn’t surprising, and you’re not sure what you expected him to say. his voice is deep and rich, with a huskiness that completely suits his rugged demeanor. you don’t know what to do with that feeling, because for some reason, you feel as though you should know him. one after another, thoughts infiltrate the darkest parts of your mind, reviving you with a startling reminder that your heart — as pitiful and naïve as it is — still works perfectly fine.

in fact, it’s working a little too hard right now, beating louder with each passing second. you almost rub at your chest, but refrain from doing so, and blow another bubble to take your mind off it all.

“but,” he continues, as if he didn’t leave you in limbo for the longest sixty seconds of your life, “does that matter?”

he’s playing a dangerous game, he knows that, but rayleigh loves the high that comes with the risk of gambling. it’s invigorating and fresh, much more interesting than coating ships on the sabaody archipelagos.

it’s alluring, the confidence he exudes. his attractiveness is offensive and wholly unavoidable, which annoys you. it’s irrational, you know, you know but the longer you look at him, the more you yearn to get out of your chair and—

you cut yourself off completely from that thought and chew, chew, chew. maybe if you fill your senses with the taste of the bubblegum, you’ll distract yourself from his presence. he’s completely certain you’ll continue to allow him the pleasure of conversation, much to your inevitable dismay.

solitude is safer, you tell yourself. it’s what you’ve always known, but an unnecessary flush stains your cheeks and the heat makes it impossible to look at him for much longer.

“i suppose it really doesn’t matter,” you manage to say, and with great difficulty you force yourself to look at him again and find that he’s never once took his eyes off you.

the intensity behind his gaze is unnerving, but welcomed; a contradictory feeling, but there’s something overtly calming about his presence. so you let yourself step out of your comfort zone and allow him into your space, to pick your brain on various topics without restraint.

he’s normally not this chatty, preferring to drink and fool around — as talking requires a level of vulnerability that he’s not interested in giving. but with you, he finds it incredibly easy to do so — even allowing you to ask him questions about himself and the adventures he’s had on the sea. you get more animated as the night goes on, the bonfire still burning fierce and keeping you warm.

rayleigh’s voice drizzles onto your skin, his words smooth and suggestive without even trying. normally you wouldn’t entertain a man like this, but you’re trapped in his orbit, his aura prompting you to scoot your chair closer, so you can talk to him more privately. he’s completely enchanted by you — with your animated expressions, with the way you talk with your hands a lot, with how you keep leaning closer and closer to him. if you knew just how cute and charming you were, he might be in trouble.

thankfully, you don’t.

and while he already has someone that occupies the majority of his heart, he’s starting to think that he wouldn’t mind making space for someone like you.

#1.3k followers mini event #🔆💕🌴 feels like summer event 🥭💕🔆#milestone event #fic request #one piece imagine #one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #one piece fluff #silvers rayleigh x reader #silvers rayleigh x y/n #silvers rayleigh fluff #rayleigh x reader #rayleigh x y/n #rayleigh fluff #y/n livin in denial and rayleigh is impossible #this man would have me on my knees but that's just me!!!!#anyway ily blue 🥺️💙

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