#Willow by Taylor Swift

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agathario | willow by taylor swift

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[pinofdnp]

halloween baking my beloved

[bridgertonblue]

I'm like the water when your ship rolled in that night

Rough on the surface but you cut through like a knife

And if it was an open-shut case

I never would've known from that look on your face

Lost in your current like a priceless wine

The more that you say

The less I know

Wherever you stray

I follow

I'm begging for you to take my hand

Wreck my plans

That's my man

Willow by Taylor Swift is the MOST polin coded song in existence. Fight me about it.

[myth-blossom]

I heard the song willow by Taylor Swift and it totally made me think of 47 and Diana

Well, everything does...but...y'know

Hi Issy! Thank you for the song rec! I completely agree, it very much has Diana/47 vibes. 🥰 Something from Diana’s perspective in Hitman 3 came to mind while writing this—hope you enjoy!

The fire crackled as it eagerly consumed Diana’s Providence pin. She left behind its ashes for the satellite phone on the table, approaching the device with a flutter of nerves in her belly. It was the simplest (and final) step of her plan, yet it was seemingly more intimidating than bringing the world’s most powerful organization to ruin.

Diana wasn’t certain when it was that she fell in love with 47, but she knew her heart guided her often when it came to him. She found it far too easy to betray the ICA and join 47 in destroying Providence with Grey and Olivia. It was just as simple when she hid the bribe of information from Arthur Edwards regarding 47’s mysterious past. She would risk her career and her life for her agent, and that dedication extended well beyond the basics of professional courtesy. 

Though Diana knew 47 well, she was unaware of any romantic feelings on his part for a time. She once overheard a conversation between Grey and 47 at the safehouse in Berlin, the thin walls less inclined to protect whispered accusations against her character. She recognized from 47’s steadfast defense that he held her in high regard, but she was unsure if his passion was rooted in anything beyond a great deal of trust. It wasn’t until the ICA facility in Chongqing was infiltrated and she was protected from the fallout that Diana knew 47 loved her, too.

With a calming breath, she picked up the sat phone and switched it on. 

It troubled Diana when she had to weaponize 47’s feelings for her against him, but it was the only way that guaranteed his close proximity to Edwards and a path towards her becoming the Constant. She desperately wanted to indulge in the fantasy she craved when they met at the vineyard in Mendoza. That touching his hand was a simple sign of affection and not a manipulation of introducing toxin to his system. That their dance was a sensual pleasure and not a precursor to the cruelty of betrayal.

She knew their gamble was successful when news arrived of a stranded Providence train and Edwards missing, presumed dead. Diana kept true to her word and used her new power as Constant to carefully destroy the organization, taking a long and lonely year to ruin the evil that toyed with their lives. With the final nail in Providence’s coffin put into place, she escaped to her cabin for a quiet celebration. 

Diana returned the sat phone to the table and stared out into the moonlit night. Fresh snow blanketed the scenery and covered her tracks from earlier that morning, though she needn’t have worried about any unwanted visitors. The cabin was hidden well enough that it was accessible only to those who knew exactly where to look, and she only trusted one person to find her. 

As the phone idled nearby, Diana wondered how long it would take 47 to track her location. She wasn’t sure what to expect if he showed, if his feelings for her remained or if he wanted nothing more to do with her. She hoped he would follow her directive, even if he chose to do so for the last time.

Diana did her best to occupy her curious mind as she waited for some sort of signal. She tried to read a novel, but her eyes couldn’t focus on the words. She started to knit, but she couldn’t keep the material to hold the desired pattern out of impatience. She found a decent solution in taking walks behind the cabin, letting the soft crunch of snow under her feet dull the frequency of her thoughts.

After three restless days, a security alert caught her attention. One of the motion sensors placed along the main route to the cabin was triggered. She reviewed the picture snapped by the sensor and confirmed the cause was not a passing rabbit, but a tall figure wearing dark clothing from head to toe. Diana exhaled softly and smiled.

47 found her.

Diana slipped the monitoring device in her pocket and began her trek back to the cabin. The fluttering in her stomach was gone and each footfall felt lighter than before. By her estimation, he wouldn’t have to wait long. She would return just after his arrival.

47 called the sat phone and connected to another line through her earpiece. Like many of their talks in the past, he remained silent so she would speak first. She chose to take a hidden path through the trees so she could walk towards the front of the building, wanting to approach 47 out in the open.

“It’s been a long time, Agent 47.”

“That’s not who I am anymore. The pact is done. The past…dead.”

“And yet…here you are.”

Diana paused when she noticed him at the cabin’s entrance, waiting—nervous, perhaps—before he gently pushed open the door. Noting the cabin was empty, he quietly walked inside. She heard the soft click of his line ending as he located her sat phone.

“I choose this path because I can.”

She walked to the middle of the clearing, her footprints mingling with his in the snow.

“There will always be people like them, so there will always be people like us.”

47 appeared in the doorway and paused at her presence. Diana offered a playful smirk as she walked closer. 

“No one is untouchable.”

47 smiled.

“It’s good to be back.”

They started a fire before shedding their coats and defenses, finding excuses to close the distance between each other as they talked for hours. They shared where they had been the past year and where they desired to go, what they wanted and what they needed. Daylight faded with their words as they finally fell into each other, kissing lips and scars with equal desperation well into the night, holding so tightly that they refused to let go.

[queenmeriadoc]

Okey two thoughts about the Willow music video by @taylorswift, one is that the first picture reminded me a little bit of the Mithril creation scene in The Rings of Power, and two the second photo reminded me of a performance the first year did in art school (when I was in the second year).

[larriescompass]

i need willow by taylor swift to be injected into my blood stream

[jareaulover]

Willow (Destiel)

Destiel Song Fic based on Willow by Taylor Swift.

I wrote this after listening to the song while walking through Walmart.

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The more that you say, the less I know

Castiel never imagined that when he walked into that abandoned barn with the two men waiting to attack him that his life would change forever...

Yet here he was, years later sitting across from that man. Dean was smiling and laughing at something that his brother, Sam, had said. Castiel couldn't help but smile at Dean's expression. He was so happy in that moment and Castiel couldn't have been happier that he left his own family for the one that he found. Castiel thought back...

Wherever you stray, I follow

Castiel thought back to when he had dragged Dean into that alley.

"I rebelled for you, you are not going to turn around and turn yourself in to the people who are trying to end humanity." He had said, gripping Dean's collar tight. Dean looked up at him, his face bloodied and swollen. Castiel couldn't help but feel so much anger for the man in front of him.

Castiel was shaken from his thought by Dean's deep voice,

"So, Cass, how's your first double bacon cheese burger?" Dean asked, taking another bite from his own. Castiel looked down at his food that had yet to be touched, he tilted his head.

"Do humans actually enjoy this? There is so much... grease.. It seems unhealthy." Cass said. Dean pulled Cass's basket of food closer to himself and grabbed some fries.

I'm begging for you to take my hand

Cass lost himself in thought again as the three men walked back to the Impala. He thought about his time in Purgatory. He thought about what had led him there and about how desperately Dean wanted to help him.

"Dean... GO!" Cass shouted at him. Dean then lost his grip on Castiel's hand and the man who Castiel felt so many... feelings for disappeared in front of his eyes. Castiel fell to his back on the rocks and stared at the grey sky above him. "Goodbye, Dean..." He whispered to no one. He squeezed his blade in his hand as a vampire jumped on top of him, gnashing its teeth. Castiel cut it's head of with a slash.

"Hey, Cass, do you want to come back to the motel with us or did you have other plans?" Sam asked, Cass looked away from the window and made eye contact with Sam in the rearview mirror.

"I can come back with you guys. I would really like to help you on this case." He said.

Wreck my plans

Castiel was sitting on the bed flipping through the limited channels that this motel had.

Castiel thought about his Garrison. His brothers and sisters who he had spent many millennia with. How most of them had been killed, some even by his own hand. How he had done some of these things in the best interest for the two brothers. (mostly the older of the two...)

"Cass, you've seemed kind of out of it today." Dean commented. Castiel looked around the room, noticing that Sam was no longer in the room.

"I have been thinking, Dean... About how no matter what... through all these ups and downs you still consider me your family." Castiel said, his voice shaking slightly.

"Cass... We've talked about this. No chick flick moments." Dean warned. Cass smiled, looking into Dean's eyes.

"Dean, I love you." He said. Dean's face turned red and he looked down at the papers in front of him.

"Cass... I-I think I love you to." He said. Cass's smile grew and was suddenly pulling Dean up and into a kiss. Dean gripped Cass's coat and kissed him back. It was intense and passionate and neither of the men could believe that this was finally happening. After everything they had been through... Finally...

That's My Man

[sadbeautifutragic]

You know that my train could take you home, anywhere else is hollow ↳ Eras Tour Series Part 10/?

[mimimar]

finally completed my comic based on the song ivy by taylor swift!✿ please zoom in to read the text and see the details~

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you can get the digital zine pdf here! it includes extras like character profiles, costume design, more art of willow and ivy, zine-exclusive sketches and an illustrated guide to the symbolism of all the flowers in this comic.

you can also get prints of individual pages here!

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[dontblamethewitches]

wait for the signal and i'll meet you after dark | show me the places where the others gave you scars

[jackiietaylor]

TAYLOR SWIFT Willow music video

[andichoseyou]

where ever you stray, i follow

[hromantics]

Every bait and switch was a work of art. ੈ✩‧₊˚

[thatwasthenightthingschanged]

life was a willow and it bent right to your wind.

[themoon-andtosaturn]

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