#Spotify what’s with the Taylor Swift?

[sak-supernatural]

You can see the exact point my music taste developed! Considering I only discovered Ghost about half way through the year, and Sleep Token even later that’s not half bad.

This also really shows how much Spotify pushes Taylor Swift because I have never searched her music it just comes up in every single auto generated playlist ever (and too many fandom ones). Before Ghost and Sleep Token I hadn’t found my music taste and never knew what to say when asked, I listened to music for the sake of listening. Now I actually love what I listen to, it makes me feel things, that is so important! (The top song almost doesn’t count because was one that accidentally got stuck playing on loop when I didn’t have my phone on me and wasn’t listening to music 🤷). I should also mention that it played almost exclusively Ghost music the entire time 😆.

Also this seems like as good a time as any to reiterate my idea of artist playlists. Seriously why is this not already a thing? Spotify needs to add a feature where you can put different artists into a playlist together and it will just play a mix of only their songs!!! Please Spotify, I’m begging you! Do this please, artist playlists, instead of shitty AI playlists that always completely miss the vibe!!!

[cinnamonhoneyyy]

social anxiety 😍

[astrxsee]

(mdni 18+ <3)

someone convince me rn that taylor swift didn’t write this song about simon goddamn riley

like

‘they shake their heads saying, "God help her" when I tell them he’s my man but your good lord doesn't need to lift a finger.. I can fix him, no, really I can and only I can’

whats a little thing like you doing with such a big, scary man like simon. he towers over your frame whenever he’s near you, his dark eyes watching over your every move.

“really, y/n, what are you doing with him?” your mother asks you over the phone. “God help you if you can’t see that man is using you.”

Every time you roll your eyes at their petulance. No body knows how he treats you when you’re drifting off to sleep. his soft lips whisper bits of heaven into your ear while his hands travel softly down your body.

‘the dopamine races through his brain on a six-lane texas highway.. his hand, so calloused from his pistol softly traces hearts on my face’

the night air was still around you. the only sounds were distant calls of an owl and your short, shallow breaths. you crane your neck to look up into simon’s face, your hand grabbing onto the vest of his tac gear. he’s got you pressed up against the wall of the base, with the excuse of stepping outside for a cigarette with his girl.

his eyes are focused on your soft face as he slowly traces shapes onto your skin with his large fingers. you can feel his rough hands hold you gently as he traces a heart along your blushing cheek. his other hand against the wall beside your head, holding him distractingly close to you. you can feel him breathe in as he grumbles from deep in his chest,

“so beautiful. an’ all mine.”

‘good boy, that's right, come close, i'll show you heaven If you'll be an angel, all mine.. trust me, I can handle me a dangerous man, no, really I can’

he throws his head back with a groan, your hands sliding up his muscular thighs. your eyes lock with his behind the mask, a small smirk coming onto your face.

“you want me to make you feel good, si?”

he nods eagerly, his hands grabbing onto the bedsheets trying to hold himself back. his back straightens from his position on the edge of your bed, your smaller frame between his legs. as soon as he saw you on your knees for him, he was a feral man.

“you take care of me so well. always protecting me from the bad guys.”

you purr with a small laugh. he lets out a strained moan as he takes in your words. god, this man was absolutely whipped for you and he knew it.

it’s when your pretty little hands start unbuttoning his jeans and your innocent eyes look up at him, you murmur two words that send him into a frenzy.

“good boy.”

and that was all it took for him to grab you by your waist, throwing you quickly onto the bed. he climbs on top of you with a growl..

“goddamn it, lovie. the things you do to me.”

he grinds his bulge down into your body, small fingers tracing up his perfect biceps. your wide eyes trace his pretty face as he, completely intoxicated by you, breathes out..

“gonna fuck those words out of you, need to hear those perfect lips of yours say that again.”

[ultrataintedviolence]

my spotify wrapped is not a reflection of who i am. i promise

[vanilledolliie]

They understand.🤍

[writersblockiskillingme]

Call It What You Want | Spencer Reid

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader (singer!reader)

Summary: You lost your reputation, but you gained something so much better.

Warning/s: angst, fluff later on, hostage situation, online bullying, hate comments, stalking, reader has a stalker, famous reader, mentions of guns and knives (light use too), marriage, pregnancy, about babies and birth, in this the song is referred to as Y/N's song (that's not true of course), pet names (pretty boy, gorgeous, love...), also skipped a few parts of the song (sorry)

Author's note: So reader basically entered her Reputation era, but with a happy ending. That's it.

Y/N - your name

Y/L/N - your last name

My castle crumbled overnight

I brought a knife to a gunfight

They took the crown, but it's alright

All the liars are calling me one

Nobody's heard from me for months

I'm doing better than I ever was

The cold breeze of the night in the middle of the giant city as you walked perhaps wasn't doing doing you any favors at all. The coat that you wore wasn't really doing its job. It was supposed to keep you warm during the nights out like this one, but it was anything but. You felt yourself crossing your arms in hopes to pull your coat tighter to yourself so you could gain some warmth, but sadly it wasn't working.

With a disappointed, quiet sigh you swang the bag you had in front of yourself hunting for your keys as you walked along the secured parking lot. You passed a whole lot of cars as you continued to trash through your bad, but not one of those cars was yours.

After what felt like an eternity, you finally reached your car, the sound of your keychain juggling as you tried to get a hold of the key properly.

The whole time you were walking over to your car you felt an overwhelming sensation of the feeling that something, or rather someone, was following your every step. Panic was drowning you as you tried to get into your car as fast as you possibly could.

However, once you finally managed to put the key in due to your shaking hands, you felt a hand covering your mouth. The last thing you heard was your own terrified scream before you drifted into unconsciousness.

°

The coldness of the uncomfortable chair send a million of shivers down your spine. Your head was pounding so much that it started to be unbearable. At that moment you tried to bring your palm onto the side of your head, but you couldn't move your hands. At that moment you noticed the tight rope with which you were tied up in a chair.

You felt a sense of panic wash over you as you pulled against the ropes, but it was no use. It wasn't working like you hoped it would.

Suddenly, though, you heard a sound that you were sure would haunt you forever if you ever got out of there. The laugh of the person that took you hostage.

"Don't worry, my love," The vile man smiled at you. "Now you can finally be mine forever."

It sickened you.

The way he approached you, the way he slowly reached out to you to place his hand on your cheek as he talked to you. You felt like you could throw up at the sight of it alone.

"How- how did you..." your voice trembled as you spoke, trying to hold your ground, but to no use. "Why did you do this?"

"I've been watching you for a while, gorgeous," He said, rubbing circles against your cheek. "You are simply gorgeous, I just had to have a pretty thing like you."

You were terrified because at that moment you realized that it was over. You were never getting out of this. Your stalker would make your life a living hell just because of the way you looked and the fact that you did what you loved since you were a child.

He slowly let go of your cheek as he stepped back, not once breaking the eye contact with you. You couldn't help but let one tear slide down your cheek. It was over for you.

And just as you began to drown in your own sorrows, the door of the basement in which he held you were broken down.

"FBI!" Someone yelled out, the flash of the lights that filled the room were too bright, you couldn't see the FBI agents that entered. "Don't move!"

The guns were held up, surrounding your stalker who was, thankfully, weaponless.

Your head was hurting you even worse than it did before because of the flashing lights, but you had never felt a bigger sense of relief washing over you than at the moment when they forcefully entered and you felt someone moving to you.

"Are you okay, miss?" You turned your head slowly, in fear that your head was going to ache even more. The last thing that you wanted was to faint now.

"Y-Yes," You barely whispered to the man who was untying you as fast as he possibly could. "Thank you."

"Reid!" You heard another man shout, his voice ringing with authority. "Get her our of here now."

Perhaps you were still frozen from the shock, but you didn't know exactly how you suddenly got outside. You were sat down as the paramedics checked over you. Your head was still spinning and everything was hurting you, but it could've been worse.

At that moment, Spencer stood aside watching over you silently. He couldn't help himself. He simply couldn't help but to admire you as the paramedics did their job.

"What's up with you, pretty boy?" Derek came over to him, his voice hinting that he was really for teasing. "You have a crush on our singer, huh?"

"W-What? No, of course not." Spencer felt himself flush and Derek stared to laugh at the genius.

"Really?" Morgan mockingly put his hand on his chest to express that he didn't believe anything that came out of Spencer's mouth. "Because, if I'm being honest, pretty boy, your staring kind of gave it away."

Spencer was growing more red as the seconds passed. He kept quiet up until Derek stopped laughing and looked at him.

"You should ask her out." He suggested.

"I don't know." Spencer whispered so quietly that Morgan almost didn't catch it.

Before Morgan could say anything else the voice of one of the paramedics announced that you were free to go, and Spencer felt himself suddenly walk over to you without even realizing it as Morgan continued to watch with amusement.

"Hey."

You turned around at the sound of Spencer's voice and Spencer felt like his breath was knocked out of his lungs. Your eyes were sparkling brighter than the stars that covered the cold night sky and he felt himself getting flushed again.

"Am... I- I was wondering i-if you would like me t-to take you home." Spencer stuttered a bit as you made eye contact with him, listening to him speaking."

You smiled at him, he was truly, utterly gorgeous. "That's really sweet, but I don't want to bother you."

"Please, it would be a pleasure to make sure you come home safe."

And so, after a while, you accepted his request and made a promise in front of the door of your apartment to keep in touch with the FBI agent who saved your life and will continue to save your life for as long as there is air in his lungs and the stars in his eyes.

'Cause my baby's fit like a daydream

Walkin' with his head down, I'm the one he's walkin' to

So call it what you want, yeah, call it what you want to

My baby's fly like a jet stream

High above the whole scene, loves me like I'm brand new

So call it what you want, yeah, call it what you want to

After all that happened to you with your stalker that was now put into prison, you decided to dissappear from the public eye for a while. You yearned for a break that was much needed. But with the break that you publicly announced and a promise to dissappear for a while you had to be more careful.

The trips to the simple places like grocery stores were yet another opportunity to dress up so no one could possibly recognize you. At that time, the number of the baseball caps, and a whole bunch of oversized hoodies, seemed to drastically increase and it continued to do so.

But there was a minor slip-up after 6 months since you disappeared.

It was a surprisingly quiet night. Spencer returned from the case earlier and you decided to take a walk around the town after visiting a local coffee shop.

You were so wrapped up in each other, soaking up every moment you had with each other. Sharing a whole lot of stolen kisses, looks, his hand nested itself on your shoulders, sharing laughter and smiles, eyes spanking. They were full of happiness and utter joy every time you were with him.

What neither of you expected was for Penelope practically tearing down the whole conference room, almost breaking down the door the next day just so she could get to Spencer.

Spencer was sitting at his chair, looking over the files along with everyone else when he found himself being startled as he watched Penelope waving the newest copy of today's newspaper as she practically screamed in excitement.

He was rather confused by her suddenly excitement even though it wasn't unusual for her. But once he saw her slamming the newspaper in the middle of the desk he felt himself getting pale.

Spencer and you made a cover of today's news. The headline, written in overly dramatic big letters with the fine print, read "AFTER 6 MONTH SHE MADE AN APPERCEIVE! FAMOUS SINGER Y/N Y/L/N SEEN WITH A MYSTERIOUS STRANGER!!"

Just below the headline there was a picture of him and you from the night before. His arm was placed over your shoulders, bringing you closer to warm you up and keep you safe. His face was somehow, somewhat, covered by his hair because of the wind that couldn't be contained that night. Your hand was holding his that was slang over your shoulders. Your smile was radiant, your eyes shining as you kept your gaze on him. He couldn't help but smile a little at the photo.

"Explain yourself now, Spencer Reid!" Penelope shrieked, her voice getting higher each second. "What the hell are you doing with freaking Y/N Y/L/N!!"

He started stuttering so much, trying to come up with a reasonable explanation, but his nerves got the best of him. Suddenly, he felt a hand slapping his back sending him forward a bit as Morgan laughed.

"Good for you, pretty boy." Morgan smiled at him, teasingly. "Good for you."

All my flowers grew back as thorns

Windows boarded up after the storm

He built a fire just to keep me warm

All the drama queens taking swings

All the jokers dressin' up as kings

They fade to nothin' when I look at him

Pretty soon a year had passed since the hostage situation which included you being in danger.

A year since you met Spencer, a year of nothing but love and happiness.

Spencer opened the door of his apartment and held it like that so you could get into the apartment before him.

You stepped into the apartment, shaking the snowflakes that stuck to your head on this, quite cold, night in late November. You stood still for a moment, admiring Spencer as he removed his purple scarf before quickly lighting up the fire in the fireplace so that the warmth could spread around your home.

However, you noticed the slight change in his demeanor as you sat yourselfs on the couch near the fireplace. You, however, decided to not say anything because you knew that he would say what he wanted to once he was ready. You didn't want to put more pressure on him, but the plain fact that he was nervous made you extremely so, too.

Finally, Spencer took a deep breath before he turned to you.

"I know that this might seem sudden," Spencer started as he shyly looked into your concerned eyes that watched him talk carefully. "But I feel like I know you for longer than a year. I feel like I've known you my whole life. You complete me in every possible way one person can complete another. You bring immense joy in my life every single day. You show me that life and even people can be good every single day and I believe you despite all of the horrible things I see every day."

You were deeply touched by his confessed, but you were slightly confused because you could quite figure out as to why he was saying all of this to you right now.

"I can't imagine not waking up to you every moment," Spencer confessed, looking longingly into your eyes and you found yourself surprised when the sudden realization that he didn't stutter once drained on you. "I can't imagine seeing you every day, listening to your voice and admiring everything that you do."

Suddenly, he stood up and slowly lowered himself on one knee in front of you. He held out a small box in his hand before he continued to speak. You felt like you couldn't breathe once you realized what was about to happen, what was already happening.

"I simply can not imagine my life without you in it," Spencer continued as tears gathered in your eyes. "Will you make me the happiest man on this planet and marry me?"

"Yes!" You spoke up after you had gotten over your frozen state of shock. "Yes, of course I'll marry you, Spence!" You said, voice full of love as he slipped a beautiful ring onto your finger.

As you sat there by the fire, you knew that you had found the person you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. The snow continued to fall outside, but you knew that nothing could beat the warm feeling in the apartment and in your heart.

And I know I make the same mistakes every time

Bridges burn, I never learn, at least I did one thing right

I did one thing right

I'm laughin' with my lover, makin' forts under covers

Trust him like a brother, yeah, you know I did one thing right

Starry eyes sparkin' up my darkest night

Two years flashes by to fast for you to keep up it seemed like.

Spencer and you got married as fast as you possibly could. You love each other more than anything and you were ready so you figured why not do it immediately. The life had been a bliss. And just when it seemed like it couldn't be better you found out that you were pregnant.

Spencer was overjoyed. He always wanted to have children, he always wanted to be a father. And now he could do it with the person he most loved, admired and cared for. He truly felt like passing out the moment he found out. And he did, but would always deny it with a blush glued to his face every time Morgan brought it up to tease him.

The moment your water broke all hell broke loose. Luckily, Spencer was at home so the only thing you had to do was to grab your hospital bag, keys and head to the car. You were 100% prepared for this.

However, you always felt like the moment it happened and it was finally time to go to the hospital you would be the one who would go into a panicked frenzy. So it was safe to say that you were genuinely surprised that once Spencer and you managed to stumble into the car and were on your way, you were the one who had the role of comforting the one who was in panic. Spencer was gripping the wheel so tightly you were scared that he would break it. It would be rather amusing if you weren't in so much pain already.

But after hours of labor and excruciating following hours of birth once you felt limp against the mattress, still holding onto Spencer's hand which you gripped so hard, but he never once complained, bless his heart, everything truly was worth it once you heard the loud yet at the same time soft cries of your baby girl.

Now, as you laid in the bed in another hospital room you couldn't move your eyes away from the sweet sight of Spencer sleeping in the chair right next to your bed with your baby girl in his arms. It was truly the sweetest sight you had ever witnessed. Spencer's messy hair was spread everywhere as his arms tightened around your little bundle of joy, but not to tightly to hurt her. The moment he got her in his arms, he wouldn't let her go. You guessed that he was afraid thay something unexpected would happen even though you gave your best to reassure him.

After hours of sleeping once you woke up, you could fall back asleep for some reason. Not that you complained.

You heard the door open and you turned your head that was still pressed against the pillow on the bed at the direction of the door. It was JJ, trying to enter as quietly as she possibly could while carrying a few cups of coffee.

"How are you, mama?" She whispered softly as he took a seat on another chair on the other side of your bed.

"Still a bit sore, but fine." You gave her a small smile that she softly returned. "I'm just so glad that this happened." You confessed quietly as you looked at JJ.

"I made a lot of mistakes in my life," You said as she listened to your every word. "But having our daughter with him... I know that I did one thing right."

I want to wear his initial

On a chain 'round my neck, chain 'round my neck

Not because he owns me

But 'cause he really knows me

Which is more than they can say, I

I recall late November

Holdin' my breath, slowly I said

"You don't need to save me

But would you run away with me?"

Yes (would you run away?)

A few months later another headline was released in many newspapers and magazines. There were a bunch of articles all over internet, too.

The newest addition of the People's magazine was laying on Penelope's dest by her screens. Derek soon enough entered the room with a curious look.

"Hey, baby girl," He greeted as he pressed a kiss on Penelope's cheek, looking over her shoulder to catch a glimpse of the newest addition of the magazine. "What are you up to?"

"Why hello handsome," she greeted with a smile before she brought the attention back to the magazine. "Look who made the cover."

And sure enough, on the front cover of the magazine, at the very top, there was a headline written with big, capital letters saying: Y/N Y/L/N MARRIED!? THE MUSIC STAR WAS SEEN WITH HER HUSBAND AND HER BABY OUT ON THE WALK FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER!!"

Below the dramatic headline there was a picture of Spencer and you holding hands, dressed in warm clothes as you walked around the city on a cold, snowy November night. In front of you there was a stroller in which your daughter, Annie, was in. Your hand was quite visible along with the ring that was clearly a weeding ring. Spencer had his arm around your shoulder, showcasing his ring as well.

On the bottom of the cover there were some other news that were in slightly smaller font. You also released the new song after a long while. The song was called "Call It What You Want" and it said to turn the page 13 for the full lyrics and Derek did just that.

Penelope couldn't help but to let out a screech after she practically showed the magazine in his face. And just as Derek finished reading the lyrics to the song he couldn't help but to smile.

"Good for you, pretty boy," Derek pointed out, happily. "Good for you."

"Give me the magazine back," Penelope excitedly ordered him. "I'm gonna frame this now."

My baby's fit like a daydream

Walkin' with his head down, I'm the one he's walkin' to

(Call it what you want, call it what you want, call it)

So call it what you want, yeah, call it what you want to

My baby's fly like a jet stream

High above the whole scene, loves me like I'm brand new

(Call it what you want, call it what you want, call it)

So call it what you want, yeah, call it what you want to

Call it what you want, yeah, call it what you want

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[he4rtshy]

the crazy things I would do for love are indescribable .

[girlkisser13]

call it what you want

"i want you war her initial on a chain 'round my neck" "not because she owns me" "but 'cause she really knows me"

pairings: piper mclean x poseidon fem!reader

warnings/tags: none. pure fluff and established relationship.

summary: piper gets you a gift for your anniversary.

in the quiet serenity of camp half-blood, the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the campgrounds. piper felt her heart flutter with anticipation, nervously clutching a small velvet box in her hand as she made her way to the poseidon cabin.

piper's pulse quickened as she approached, the weight of the moment settling in her chest.

"hi honey," piper greeted softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

your eyes lit up at the sight of her, and you bounded forward to meet her with a gentle embrace. "hey, pipes. what's up?"

with a nervous smile, piper presented the velvet box, her heart pounding in her ears. "happy six months, gorgeous."

curious, you accepted the box, your eyes widening in surprise as she lifted the lid to reveal a delicate necklace nestled within. the pendant, a shimmering silver heart, bore the initial "p" in elegant script, a symbol of piper's affection and devotion.

"piper, it's beautiful," you whispered, your voice trembling with emotion. "thank you."

taking the necklace from the box, piper carefully fastened it around your neck, her fingers lingering on the clasp as if reluctant to let go. the sight of the pendant settling against your chest made her heart swell with love and adoration for you, the girl who had stolen her heart.

"i love it," you whispered, "and i love you, piper mclean."

"i love you too, y/n y/l/n," piper replied, her voice soft but unwavering. "forever and always."

"oh!" you exclaimed suddenly. "i got you something too! well i made it, actually."

with a sheepish smile, you presented her with a seashell necklace, apologizing profusely for almost forgetting.

piper's eyes lit up with delight as she accepted the gift.

"y/n.., thank you." she said, turning around as you clasped the necklace around her neck.

piper turned back towards you and pulled you into her by your belt loops as you laughed into her mouth.

[tswiftupdatess]

“Call It What You Want” has now reached 400 MILLION streams on Spotify!

[tayswiftlorpicxx]

Are you ready For It??

@taylorswift @taylornation

Iconic Comeback 🐍

[haylorology]

This post is for Haylors only! If you are not a Haylor keep scrolling!!

Remember when this happened and we all swear something happened after?

I think this is it…

Can’t be about a new relationship bc,

[seagrave3]

literally my husband

[milfygerard]

hey swifties! you should listen to. hesitant alien.

[lady-hibiscus]

roasting the top 10 most streamed spotify artists and also your taste

taylor swift: stop calling her by her first name, october is not the best month, and if i hear cruel summer one more time it'll be a cruel winter as i bury your remains into the slowly rising snow

drake: "separate art from artist" bro separate your lil sister from him. drake fans really be not like us

bad bunny: who?

the weeknd: if you sing "ooh i'm blinded-" one more time you sure will be

ed sheeran: liar, there are no default factory settings mfs (non-lgbtq) on this app. you're dancing in the dark because it's three am and you're imagining female y/n reader x dark prince mafia boss in the forest

ariana grande: stop trying to hit her high notes omfg you are not her. (no) thank you next, we can't be friends

eminem: aww look at little controversial edgy boy. who's a good little edgy boy you yes you. who likes listening to a straight white guy insult your minority twelve times a song at 13 words per second. yes you good lil edgy boy

justin bieber: i need you to stay... the fuck away from me

post malone: needless to say if you play sunflower next to me you better start praying because it'll be the last time your god will hear you.

kanye west: single-handedly killing the "you can't be racist against your own race" argument

none of them: oh you think you're so special now you little queer? "ew haha... so basic none of them" ok will wood (tapeworms optional) listener. yeah you read that right. tally hall. miracle musical. jackstuber. fucking mitski and laufey and you call them basic. vocaloid ahh listener. hazbin hotel soundtrack, hamilton soundtrack, omori soundtrack ahh. you call them basic and listen to billie eilish and girl in red. don't think i forgot you penelope scott rats, kpop & jpop stalker fans. why not include the entire odetari 6arelyhuman asteria etc gang too. "um i never listened to any of those" wow okay marina, tv girl + weezer. BO BURNHAM is crazy. i cannot even associate with people who listen to artic monkeys, toby fox or melanie martinez. and don't forget mcr, green day n evanescence for people whose favorite color is black like thEiR sOuLs. actually get out if you have melanie martinez, tyler the creator, and crane wives or leanna firestone on your playlists. imagine. actually imagine.

[heartshapelocket]

“Screaming but daddy I love him !”

“I know he’s crazy.. but he’s the one that I want”

[kwyw]

Not the K+T boots shown with the dancing in the snowglobe… 😏

(Plus the fox peeking out of the boots… the I Know Places/Cowboy Like Me of it all…)