#TAYLOR SWIFT. AND SIX.

[gyubby99]

MY SPOTIFY WRAPPED HELLOOOOOOOO???

[kyri45]

Sometimes you just need to break all your walls…

Shadowpeach Bio Parent AU (PREV / FIRST / NEXT )

Mac is just- I'm not normal about this character. I think for a long time, he felt like he had to always be the voice of reason, the one who always stopped his companion into stupid situation, the helicopter mama when it comes to MK, the mature one between him and Wukong. Probably as a way to stand out of Wukong shadow, trying to compensate the areas he lacks, or to try to hide what he thinks are weakness

While, most of the time, he's just- so scared. like a little kid. I feel like sometimes, he just needs to be held.

[carlytayjepsen]

Songs from The Tortured Poets Department as Penguin Modern Classics ✨

[maxyartwork]

daisy jones 💋

[skyrigel]

Me when I consume media with a stabbing knowledge that I'll never experience anything as mortifying, beautiful and agonizing as this, with my hands tainted my brain rotted my heart overwhelmed and for my soul to be forever grotesquely haunted ( affectionately )

[coldasyou]

Once upon a time, there was this guy. And this guy used to sit next to me in class. I had the biggest crush on this guy and- Well, he didn't even know that I existed. But every single day, just like clockwork, this guy would come into class. And every single day, just like clockwork, this guy would sit down next to me, and he would talk to me...about his girlfriend.

bonus:

[onyxstorms]

Take the glory, give everything Promise to be dazzling.

[dimalry]

I am once again asking you to donate to this family, as they have been trying to evacuate from Gaza and pay for the surgery of sami‘s father for nearly a year. I‘m begging you- please help this go viral so that we can save their lives.

[mynxk]

Wylan -> never be so kind you forget to be clever

Kaz -> never be so clever you forget to be kind

[vilecemetery]

kaz @ matthias about the barrel

[dragonqueenstormwitch]

how i sleep knowing van eck is rotting in prison while jesper and wylan live it up in the mansion

[f-arelos]

soulmates (derogatory)

wuthering heights - emily brontë / bones and all (2022) / from eden - hozier / daisy jones & the six - taylor jenkins reid / daisy jones & the six (2023) / @ruhlare / cowboy like me - taylor swift / the perfect pair - beabadoobee / one hundred love sonnets: XVII - pablo neruda (tr. mark eisner) / where's my love? - syml / 10 things i hate about you (1999) / people like me, people like you - bane's world / jackie and wilson - hozier / hiroshima mon amour (1959)

[planetsandthefates]

The Tortured Poets Department (the anthology/second half) + my favorite songs (first half)

And I won't confess that I waited But I let the lamp burn As the men masqueraded I hoped you'd return With your feet on the ground Tell me all that you'd learned 'Cause love's never lost when perspective is earned

[mommaboyhalo]

The brain rot has gotten so bad. Here's some dungeons and daddies characters and what I think their favorite pop/soda would be.

S1 gang

Darryl: he don't fuck around about Dr pepper.

Henry: sparkling water. The occasional LaCroix. Says ginger ale is too sweet.

Glenn: look at this man. You cannot tell me he's not guzzling diet coke like it's his lifeline. He has at least one diet coke merch piece.

Ron: if asked his favorite is cherry Pepsi. His real favorite is crystal Pepsi and he is the only person who misses it.

Jodie: Starry. He insists it tastes nothing like sierra mist. He mixes Skittles in it like a fucked up boba.

Scam Likely/ Actually: actually thought scam was dying the first time scam drank a carbonated beverage. Cannot drink soda.

Walter: Dr pepper and thinks all soda is Dr pepper. Because Darryl would bring him a cup every time they ventured into the realms.

Paeden: thinks carbonation is icky but if he had to choose a flavor it would be coke.

S2 gang

Grant: drank so much monster in his youth he got kidney stones and now isn't allowed soda or energy drinks per Marco's request

Terry: strawberries and cream Dr pepper. Doesn't like actual Dr pepper but will drink this stuff till he gets a tummy ache abt it.

Lark: grape soda. That shit that tastes like purple? He loves it. Also don't leave him alone with sweet tea.

Sparrow: owns a soda stream and actually uses it. Doesn't flavor it at all tho. Sometimes put a lemon in for "flavor"

Nicky: Not much pop tastes good in the sweltering heat of hell but he is able to raid Glenn's fridge at any time. Which is stocked with an ungodly amount of diet coke. Not his favorite but he'll drink it.

Lincoln: also under the carbonation ban but he will fuck up a rootbeer if given the chance. He loves rootbeer floats.

Scary: Vanilla Coke. Wants a freaky amount of vanilla syrup added to it when they order from sonic.

Normal: Grape soda out of convenience. Hasn't tried much else but Lark has a stash of it in the basement. After a long day at school he'll go down and say "I need a drink, something strong" and be given a grape pop.

Taylor: Mountain Dew. Look at him. Look at him and tell me he wouldn't drink mountain dew out of a wine glass.

Hermie: Mountain Dew code red. But if given the chance he will carbonate straight Red-40 and drink it like water.

O-Dads

Willy: Crystal Pepsi. Thought about his first decree on the throne of god making it a thing again till he found out it was also Ron's favorite.

Bill: Coke but he thinks it's just a mixer for Jack Daniels and doesn't realize people drink just coke.

Barry: one time Bill let him have a cup of his coke and he threw up because he chugged it. Thinks all soda is poison and isn't convinced Bill didn't try to kill him.

[er-osion]

Mastermind

pairing: Kaz Brekker x gn!Reader

summary: inspired by Taylor Swift’s song Mastermind. Reader becomes a bartender at the Crow Club and tries winning over Kaz’s affection

word count: 1.6k

warnings: none, fluff

you can see the full taylor swift song-fic masterlist here

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Looking for a job in the Barrel can be a terrifying ordeal. The bosses, pay, workplace, and work itself is often not anyone’s first choice. Thankfully for you, the decision on where to work became easy the day you stepped into the Crow Club and got a look at the infamous Dirtyhands himself. You decided then and there that you had to work in this establishment and get to know the Bastard of the Barrel better.

For some reason you craved his attention, you wanted him to notice you and your skills. Sure, maybe harboring a giant crush on the Barrel’s most brutal crime lord wasn’t the best idea, but it sure made the game of catching his attention more fun. But you knew this wasn’t going to be some quick ordeal, no, you were prepared to play the long game. Like a chess master, you maneuvered yourself slowly but surely over the years to become someone Kaz always noticed and relied on, even if he didn’t realize it. You proved your mettle rather quickly, and were promoted to bar manager in the first year you worked at the club. From then on out, your master plan of getting Kaz to fall for you was rather smooth sailing as you now had more reason to talk to him.

Over time, you got to know things about him like his favorite drinks, favorite foods, schedule, moods, etc. And you used this to your advantage.

After about a year and a half of working at the Crow Club, you started bringing Kaz weekly treats up to his office during the slow hours of the day. At first, the cane-wielding boy tried to discourage your efforts, but you were undeterred and eventually it became a sort of ritual that the both of you subconsciously relied on to get through the day. Instead of making one of the other bartenders bring up the papers on backstock, sales, and whatnot, you took them up to Kaz yourself. The first few weeks he let you set the papers down on his desk and leave without a word, but eventually, he began asking you to read the key points or important information out loud to him. Sometime later, Kaz then began asking your opinion on new drinks or food to be added to the menu, seasonal specials, and other strategies that could boost club patronage. You knew you had gotten your in once this happened, as you realized Kaz seemed to hold your thoughts relating to the business in high regard.

When Kaz came down from his office to observe the club, you always made sure to put yourself in the most visible spots. You purposefully avoided making eye contact with him, wanting him to seek you out. It worked. Kaz couldn’t help but search for your figure first and foremost whenever he came down to observe the club floor. You got to your shift extra early so you’d be there when Kaz walked in, your face being the first thing he’d see every time he came to the club.

Kaz never realized how much he’d come to depend on your presence. You had slowly but surely worn him down so his eyes were always searching for you and his mind always wandering to you. Kaz began to anticipate with great pleasure, your weekly treats and reports to his office. Kaz began having to suppress a smile every time you waved at him when he walked into the club at the start of the workday. Like a bee to honey, you’d caught him in your trap before he’d ever gotten a clue.

One day however, you got sick. A normal seasonal cold, but you were far too ill to go to work. Your biggest grievance? Not being able to sneak glances at the gorgeous boy you call your boss. You sent a message to Kaz directly, letting him know you wouldn’t be in today. Kaz hadn’t opened the message at first. It had been put upside down on his desk so he hadn’t seen the address and thus elected to ignore it for some time in favor of paperwork. His mind however, was in no place to work. His thoughts felt abnormally jumbled today. He wasn’t able to keep a coherent train of thought and his focus was just terrible. Something felt so painfully off. The clock hit 2:30 and his brown eyes habitually dragged to the corner of his desk where he’d usually find your little treat, only, nothing was there. Then it hit him like a rock. You. He hadn’t seen you at all today. No greeting wave. No presence on the floor. And no little treat for him.

Something in his chest stirred uncomfortably. Why should it matter anyway? He asked himself. It’s not like he depended on your presence or anything to get through the workday. Kaz shook his head, trying to rid himself of thoughts of you and refocus on his work. This proved impossible. Even though the thing making him so antsy had been identified, Dirtyhands couldn’t be settled. Why weren’t you here? What was keeping you from work? From him.

But he knew you weren’t the type to just not show up to work unannounced. So Kaz Brekker began frantically searching his desk for any sort of note from you, which is when he came across your message from hours ago. Kaz wanted to smack himself for being dumb enough to ignore the small slip of paper as he read the brief details of your illness from your familiar scrawl. Without even thinking, Kaz rose from his chair and shoved on his coat and hat and barged out of the door. He only got full control of his mind back once he found himself ordering a bowl of soup from a nearby shop. His instincts, for reasons unknown to him, had somehow carried him in the direction of your apartment. After paying the old lady for the soup, Kaz came to the rational decision that it was too late to turn back now and thus continued his walk to your apartment.

Meanwhile, you were cuddled up in bed in a cocoon of blankets and misery. Your body ached while you sat envying your days of health. Your train of feverish thought was abruptly interrupted by a sharp knock at your door. Confused but curious, you lethargically dragged yourself from your bed and over to the door. The last thing you expected to see when you opened your door, was Kaz Brekker standing outside with a to-go bowl of soup, trying to look put-together and not at all frazzled.

You blinked at each other for a moment before your voice scratched out, “Mr. Brekker?”

Kaz inwardly winced at your sick-sounding voice. “You said you were sick.”

You looked at him, waiting for him to continue but he just looked at you, seemingly as confused as you were. “I am.” You confirmed slowly.

“I’ve brought some soup, supposed to help with a quick recovery.” Kaz finally finished as he lifted his arm holding the bag containing your soup. You smiled unashamedly.

“Thanks, I appreciate it, Mr. Brekker.”

“Kaz is fine.”. He said without thinking. Your heart stuttered and you couldn’t contain the way your smile twisted up into a grin. You raised an eyebrow silently questioning and teasing him for the sudden title change. “Well, we’re good enough acquaintances for soup deliveries so we’re good enough to be on a first name basis.”. Kaz justified quickly, feeling both foolish and proud of his somewhat weak answer.

You felt giddy. You hadn’t expected him to allow for the dropping of titles so fast in your relationship, you were planning for another several months. Seems like this long game may not be so long after all.

“Sorry I couldn’t make it in today.” You felt the need to apologize, for, you really did feel bad about missing work.

Kaz gave a small shrug and rolled his eyes, “It’s not like you can really control it. Just don’t be an idiot and do anything to make it worse.” He paused, thinking over his next words, “Just make a speedy recovery, the club needs its manager back as soon as possible.” Kaz chose not to add the part where he needs you back as soon as possible, but something told you the sentiment was there. You carefully took the soup from Kaz’s gloved grip and the man was both thankful and disappointed that your fingers didn’t brush his with the action.

The two of you stood there, slightly awkwardly, staring at each other unsure of what to say but not wanting whatever this was to end. Then your illness reminded you of its existence and you turned around to double over in a coughing fit. Kaz flinched and took an instinctive step back while you were turned around. When you’d recovered and turned once more to face him, you broke the silence.

“Thanks again for this, Kaz, it’s nice to know that someone is looking out for me, somewhere.”. You spoke with sincerity. Kaz’s stomach annoyingly erupted into butterflies as he heard the pleasant way his name rolled off of your tongue.

“Let’s be clear, I’m not ‘looking out for you’, I’m ensuring my best employee can return to work as soon as possible to keep my business running smoothly.” Kaz said didactically with a frown.

“Right.” You said in a mix of a chuckle and a scoff, your eyes teasing. Kaz nodded stiffly at you and then turned on his heels and walked away. You watched him retreat until you could no longer see him, reentering your apartment with a satisfied smile.

Kaz came to the realization as he was walking back to the club, that his sanity was completely dependent on you. He doesn’t know how you did it, doesn’t know what games you played, only that you must be some strategic genius, a mastermind to have gotten the Bastard of the Barrel to fall head over heels for you.

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@coldmermaidhologram thanks for reminding me to add this song to the masterlist and sorry it’s a little short, hope you enjoyed :)

[downn-in-flames]

oh, the tortured poets department? did you mean