#a red rose grew up out of ice frozen ground

[chichichi-blue-blog]

Pansy P.& Hermione G. fic rec

This is the best fanfiction that I have ever read in my life! Well, it's not totally true. I had read others really (like really!) good fanfiction, but this one...this one it's a masterpiece!

If you ever have loved Harry Potter in your life and be in love with Hermione Granger (like me but I didn't realized it at the time lol), if you love slow burn (the slow burn here is really something, I think I was going to die at each chapter), if you're dying for sapphic love story, if you adored enemies to lovers fics, if you want to have Pansy as a girlfriend (the Pansy of this fic is absolutely insufferably adorable) well this fic is for you.

This fic makes me blush just like I would do in front of my crush. This fic makes my heart pounding. This fic keep me wake up at night. This fic is everything.

Seriously, some people here are just born to be writers.

Well, now, I don't know what to do with my life since I finished it.

[killcassandra]

A theory (conspiracy?) I have no evidence for, or any real reason to believe but I do because I like to daydream:

There was an evermore: long pond studio sessions. We just didn't get to see it. Whether she is saving the video/audio for another project, or she is keeping the experience for her own memories, or it was never recorded in the first place.

[celestie0]

Taylor Swift sung the lakes without me there💔 im now becoming a hater

NOOOOO this is how i find out?!?! 🥲😔 why does she hate me frrr

[acourtofquestions]

And far away, across the snow covered-mountains, on a barren plain before the ruins of a once-great city, a flower began to bloom.

Flowers still existed. In this world, this hell, flowers bloomed somewhere.

[daeneryssansa]

I want auroras and sad prose. I want to watch wisteria grow right over my bare feet 'cause I haven't moved in years, and I want you right here. A red rose grew up out of ice frozen ground with no one around to tweet it. While I bathe in cliffside pools with my calamitous love and insurmountable grief. ★ FOLKLORE (2020)

[mirrorballpages]

Wonderstruck

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From the moment Azriel and Elain first meet in the human lands, their connection is undeniable—a quiet spark neither can fully understand nor ignore. A series of stolen moments and fleeting encounters, tender gestures, unspoken longings, and the growing pull that draws them closer despite the worlds that should keep them apart. Buckle up, friends: It's a sloooooow burn.

Watch Wisteria Grow

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I want auroras and sad prose I want to watch wisteria grow right over my bare feet 'Cause I haven't moved in years And I want you right here A red rose grew up out of ice-frozen ground With no one around to tweet it While I bathe in cliffside pools With my calamitous love and insurmountable grief

A Court of Wings and Ruin is told through the intertwined perspectives of Elain and Azriel. A story of grief and growth, of love that blooms slowly, like wisteria winding its way toward the light.

Comment & tell me what you think! This is my first time ever writing fiction, let alone fan fiction. I was admittedly very nervous to get these things out in the world. So, your comments mean the world to me!

[daisyswift3]

I think Taylor often uses summer as a metaphor for coming out like daylight which makes sense since it’s a very sunny season and winter would then be the opposite of this. And it makes sense why folklore (spring/summer) and evermore (fall/winter) would directly follow lover if the failed coming out theories are correct. It was her way of processing these emotions.

I think this is what the transition from august to illicit affairs is supposed to represent. The vibrant sunset and rainbow colors (lover era) drain away and turn into gray (folklore era)—“you showed me colors you know I can’t see with anyone else.” The sunset visuals during august also indicate that summer and daylight are indeed the same thing metaphorically since the sun is going away as she sings “so much for summer love.” She was so close to claiming her sunshine, both the concept and person, but it slipped away from her 💔

I think it’s very poetic that there’s an alternative ending on folklore. Hoax is one possible ending, “my eclipsed sun…this has frozen my ground” and she could’ve stayed frozen in that winter but the lakes offers a bit of hope, “A red rose grew up out of ice frozen ground” which indicates spring and summer have returned 🌹☀️ Similarly in the song evermore she decides to go back inside her warm cabin instead of staying out in the cold which she said represents finding hope again (48:00 of this vid). And to tie it all together she chose a cardigan, her “wool to brave the seasons,” as the main motif of folklore since this person kept her warm during that perilous winter.

[cosmiclove-heavenstruck]

(For anyone avoiding ME! -- There's an acoustic cover called "me." on spotify that I love and its what I imagine the surprise song to be like.)

I've tried to make them somewhat fit/parallel each other:

"I promise that you'll never find another like me" / "I'd give you my sunshine, give you my best, but the rain is always gonna come if you're standing with me" (the dualitiy of the best and worse)

"But he leaves you out like a penny in the rain" / "Just know I'm right here hoping that you'll come in with the rain"

"And I know that you see what you're doing to me, tell me why" / "Why would you wanna break a perfectly good heart?"

"I'm no one special, just another wide-eyed girl who's desperately in love with you" / "I watch you fly around the world and I hope you don't save some other girl" (this combo would just be funny yk)

"While she waits up, you chase down the newest thing and take for granted what you have" / "In search of glorious happenings of happenstance on someone else's playground" (do you see the chaos here)

"Who you are is not where you've been, you're still an innocent" / "Guilty reaching out across the sea that you put between you and me, but it's fake and it's oh so unnecessary"

"Don't read the last page, but I stay when you're lost, and I'm scared, and you're turning away" / "You should find another guiding light but I shine so bright"

"But you dream of some epiphany, just one single glimpse of relief" / "desperate people find faith, so now I pray to Jesus too, and I say to you, soon you'll get better" (family trauma :) i don't think she'd ever sing these together tho)

"Call my bluff, call you "babe", have my back, yeah, everyday, feels like home" / "And I want you right here, a red rose grew up out of ice frozen ground"

"But I believe in whatever you do and I'll do anything to see it through" / "These hands had to let it go free, and this love came back to me"

[evermoredeluxe]

TTPD is giving “a red rose [herself] grew up out of ice frozen ground with no one around to tweet it, while i bathe in cliffside pools with my calamitous love and insurmountable grief,” but it’s her calamitous love causing her the insurmountable grief

[butdaddyiloveh3r]

Is the lakes about lily Donaldson? I think it very well could be!!

the lyrics of this song are super reminiscent of the tily timeline late november 2016 where they fled to london together and started their relationship and super reminiscent of 2016 events. I fully believe this song is about the events of 2016 and dating lily then running away with her to the uk.

"I'm not cut out for all these cynical clones These hunters with cell phones"

= 2016 snakegate everyone using the hashtag #taylorswiftisoverparty because it was trendy, they hunted her down over lies kimye fed to the media/public.

"Take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die I don't belong, and my beloved, neither do you Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry I'm setting off, but not without my muse"

=

the lakes are in england where lily is from. she wants to set off to there with her muse, lily and cry and hide herself away from the media attention. its not known whether tily did actually go to the lakes as that whole moving to the uk together was super private.

"A red rose grew up out of ice frozen ground With no one around to tweet it"

= twitter refernce which is a refernce to the snake tweets and well eveything that happened in 2016, but also this line shows that she has seen and found something beautifyel, whether that be her relatioship with lily or taking time away from social media and the world.

also worth mentioning she only refers to her muse in the song as 'you' a gender non specific term, whch yes fits better with the flow and production of the song but also could be because its about a woman.

"I want to watch wisteria grow right over my bare feet 'Cause I haven't moved in years And I want you right here"

= in a interview with uniqlo lily mentioned her favourite flowers are wisterias. could be a coincidence but choosing a flower which a rumored muse of hers has stated as her favourite is more than a coincidence imo.

[ofstoriesandstardust]

a red rose grew up out of ice frozen ground (n.p.t.)

note: this my contribution to valentine's day fics although i know it's a bit early for that. this series is forever and always for @cottagecori

warnings: poetically soft, brief reference to the waiting room series but can be read standalone, brief alcohol mentions

word count: 1.9k

“Isn’t it romantic how all my eulogies eulogize me?”

“What’s got you all in tizzy?” Payback says, sliding down on the couch across from her in the rec room. 

She huffs for what her friends think is the millionth time, turning her helmet in her hands. 

“I wanna get out of here.” She mutters, scuffing her boot on the ground. 

“Why? You got some Valentine’s dinner date you’ve gotta run out to?” Hangman drawls, leaning against the back of the couch she’s seated on. 

“Maybe. Why’s that any of your business?” She snaps, glaring down at her helmet. 

Bradley huffs out a laugh. “Now, don’t tell me you’re nervous.” 

She glares at him in return, causing the boy’s shoulders to shake even more with silent laughter. 

She was nervous, but maybe not for the reason her friends think.

“You are nervous.” Bob clarifies in a soft voice, adjusting his glasses. She kicks at the ground some more and shrugs. 

“I’ve never been with someone on Valentine’s Day.” She admits softly. “And I didn’t even think we were going to do anything because she’s so busy with school, but she insisted we have a romantic dinner at home, but she won’t give me any insight to what she has planned and now it looks like we’re going to be getting out of here late and I just-” She groans, scrubbing her hands over her face. 

Hangman shifts off the couch behind her, leather squeaking as he does. “I think you’re overreacting.” 

Her head snaps back to him, a glare already on her face. “Bagman-” 

“She’s enamored with you.” He says, like how someone says the sky is blue and grass is green. “You can do no wrong.” 

Later, if Mav asks, she’ll deny being the reason behind a shiny new bruise on Hangman’s forearm. 

-

You fiddle with your earrings nervously as you glance at the clock. 

Natasha had texted you that work was running late, which you honestly hadn’t minded, making the afternoon rush of getting out of class and changed and getting set up at her house less of a rush and more a fast-paced hustle. Still, now that you had somewhat set up for her return to the house, you were starting to second guess the plan you’d set in place. 

What if Natasha didn’t like it? What if she thought it was silly or immature? What if she didn’t want to spend anymore Valentine’s with you? 

You couldn’t really afford to go out to an expensive dinner but you’d been the one to want to celebrate in the first place anyways. Maybe Natasha would have preferred that to what you had planned? 

You’d just wanted to spend time with her. You just wanted to show her how much you loved her for loving you, for sticking by you through all the shit of the last few months. 

You knew it hadn’t been easy for her, ever since you’d found out about your relationship to Pete, but she’d taken it all in stride. You knew the sour turn your friendship with Bradley had taken had put a strain on her relationship with the mustached man, as much as she had tried to pretend like it hadn’t. 

You-

You don’t get to finish that train of thought, startling as you hear Natasha in the entryway. 

“Love?” She calls out, and you can hear her drop her keys in the dish by the front door. 

“Kitchen.” You call back. 

She appears a few moments later, hair falling over her shoulder. 

You feel a bit breathless for a moment, taking in the woman in front of you. 

Her hair is a bit darker than normal, signaling she must have showered after training for the day. Natasha very rarely let her down, always keeping it tied back or in a braid, so you could see the soft waves as it falls over her shoulder. The velvet-y, low cut, open-back black dress doesn't leave much to the imagination.

Natasha knows it’s one of your favorite dresses of hers, with easy access to draw patterns on her back in public and getting to undo the strings at the top of her shoulders at the end of the night. 

“You look good.” You blurt out, eyes wide. You’re resisting the urge to reach out and touch her. 

You’re still struck sometimes at how a woman like Natasha is with someone like you, that you get this girl all to yourself. 

“So do you.” She says, a bit breathless as she pushes some hair behind her ear. “I’m sorry work ran late. I hope I didn’t cause too much upset to your plans.” 

You shake your head jerkily as you swallow, giving her one last lookover as you attempt to get your brain back online. “Not at all.” 

She lets out a little laugh at this, stepping a bit closer. “Well, will you tell me what we’re doing now, at least?” 

You falter, glancing back at the fridge. “Well, I- now that you’re here it feels a little stupid.” 

She lets out another laugh, stepping even closer to you. You can feel her body warmth as she almost touches you, but not quite. “Stupid? If you planned it, I doubt it could be stupid.” 

You must make some kind of look on your face because she frowns. “Don’t make that face-” 

You sigh, clasping your hands together. “Well, okay- I- growing up we didn’t really celebrate Valentine’s Day, but when we could afford it my Mom would always get heart-shaped pizza from somewhere. And I found this recipe online, to make your own mini heart-shaped pizzas, and I thought it could be a fun activity for the two of us to do together- but it’s stupid isn’t it?” You groan, face falling into your hands. “I should’ve just tried to cook something, this is so dumb-” 

“It’s not dumb. I don’t think it’s dumb.” Natasha says at an alarmingly fast rate. 

“You don’t?” You ask, words still muffled by your hands. You can feel the heat in your cheeks, the embarrassment prickling at you. 

Natasha gently takes your hands away from your face. “Not at all. Put on some music, open that bottle of wine from Napa I’ve been saving, and pull out those chocolate strawberries I made for you last night from the fridge, and we’ve got ourselves a lovely little date.” 

“You… you made those for me?” You blink up at your girlfriend. Your pretty girlfriend. 

Truthfully, you’d seen the strawberries in the fridge when you’d been putting the perishables from your grocery run in there, but you hadn’t thought they’d been for you. 

“Well, I’d had to contribute something here, didn’t I?” She says with a full laugh this time. 

You shrug. “Spending time with you is enough for me-” 

She cuts you off, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. You sigh into it, pulling your girlfriend closer. 

“You’re so cute.” She mutters, beaming at you after you pull away. You blush, practically preening in Natasha’s grip at the compliment. “And I love you, very much.” 

-

A few hours and a couple glasses of the good wine later find you laying on a checkered blanket on Natasha’s living room floor, soft candles lit in the room as the playlist you had made for her plays softly in the background. 

The mini heart-shaped pizzas had been a hit and the remnants of the chocolate covered strawberries are scattered around on plates. Your feet are tucked up into Natasha’s lap, her thumb brushing over your ankle as the two of you just talk. 

It feels good to be with her like this. It had been exactly what you’d wanted. 

Natasha makes you feel warm, safe. Like you can just be a little kid again. Like you can laugh with her for the rest of your life. 

“Can I ask you something?” She whispers softly. 

“Anything.” You respond. 

You’d tell her anything she wanted to know. You’d bare your soul to the girl you loved. 

“Would you ever want to move in with me? Like here?” She asks, a soft smile playing on her face. 

You push yourself up a little, trying to prop yourself up more. You’re a bit breathless as you stare at her, mind whirring. 

“Natasha Trace, are you asking me to move in with you?” 

Her smile turns a bit lopsided, the only tell of her nerves in her eyes as she looks away from you with a shrug. “I guess it depends on your answer.” 

You swallow, unsure of what to say to her. 

Sure, you’d spent a few nights (more than a few nights) at her place and she’s spent an equal amount of time at yours. 

But- you’d be living at Sam’s family house almost as long as you’d been back in San Diego. It’d been safe in a lot of ways, especially when Sam and Fran had been back in town and living there too. 

Living with them had never felt like a third-wheel, but just friends hanging out. 

It was safe, in so many ways. 

And if you moved out, and in with Natasha, you put that safety at risk. You weren’t sure if you’d be able to go backwards. 

But-

Damn it, you loved Natasha. You loved waking up next to her in the mornings and tracing the lines in back, running your fingertips over that one mole that you knew made her squirm. You loved getting to make breakfast with her and have her bring you coffee just the way you liked it while still in bed. You loved getting to spend your days with her, running errands and cooking and everything in between. You loved getting to be tucked into her at night, to be held, to be loved. 

The thought that you could have all of that, all of that laughter and love with Natasha, all the time, whenever you wanted it, was almost too much for your heart to bear. It felt like the realization of something that had felt so out of reach for you. 

You could have all of it. 

You almost want to laugh, with how giddy the idea makes you but you didn’t want to make Natasha think you’d found the idea of living with her silly. 

“Tell you what.” You say, pushing yourself up into a seated position. Natasha lets your ankle go willing, but she isn't without your touch for long as you scooch across the blanket, knees knocking against hers as you crowd her space. “I think that if I move right now, I’ll lose my mind.” 

Natasha nods, eyes shiny with hope as you talk. You know that she understands the truth in them, that moving your whole life at the height of the semester would very well be your undoing. 

“But,” You say, a bit breathless again, trying to slow yourself down to get all the words out. “I would love to live with you. Live with you here.”

“Yeah?” She says, her smile growing. 

You nod. “How about this? Let me get through this semester, and this summer, when things slow down a bit and I’m not in as many credits-” Natasha makes a noise in the back of her throat at the mention that you’d never really be free of grad school until you finished next year. “-I will be all yours.” 

You don’t think you’ll ever really tire of the way Natasha’s eyes light up. You don’t know how anyone could.

[whenanafallsinlove]

HI AGAIN LOVE 😁💌💌 could i get 🪩 with shoto todoroki please? thanks thanks 💕💕💕

HIII, i'll get on your other request soon babe! hope you like this, ly ly! <3

🪩"JUST LIKE A FOLK SONG" - send a character, and I'll make a moodboard with the folklore song you + them give me vibes of!

"A RED ROSE GREW UP OUT OF ICE FROZEN GROUND"

the lakes - shoto todoroki x reader

[backthenatfifteen]

This is a really difficult post but this is my honest account of attending the eras tour…

I ended up with VIP general admission standing tickets to Wembley for the 17th. I was completely torn whether to queue up or turn up late and go to the back. When I loaded the ticketmaster site, I was 50 in the queue to get in. I got in, it kicked me out and I rejoined the queue as the 50,000th person. I cried. I only had the option of VIP standing at this point.

In the end I decided to queue up from 12.30. The queuing outside was well managed but when we got in it all went a bit pear shaped. People were pushing in on the grounds that they needed to be with their friends. Half the time this was legit, the other half it wasn’t. I started out row 5 from the front and ended up row 10. I wanted to cry before it had started. The Wembley staff really did nothing to prevent this and you could sense the tension on the floor. I held back tears.

The stage is absolutely huge. You can’t comprehend how big the stage is until you get there. When Taylor was at the far end she was a speck. I could only see the far end of the stage when I went onto my toes. I did this for an hour until my calves were screaming at me. Stood normally I couldn’t see the stage and I could only see the top of the screen. I’m 5’’5 so average height. There was inevitably no room to dance but I wasn’t surprised at this. I was just surprised I couldn’t see anything at all. I kept having to ask my 6’’2 husband where Taylor was on stage 😭😭 maybe I’m naive as hell.

When Taylor did come to the T zone, everyone’s phones went straight in the air, completely blocking my view. I completely understand people want photos. I got some photos. But people don’t need 50 photos at the expense of everyone else’s experience. You need 1-2. I swear mobiles will be the death of our generation.

“A red rose grew up out of ice frozen ground, with no one around to tweet it”.

Taylor did look at me through the sea of phones. I don’t know if I’m being crazy but I’m a massively empathetic person and when she looked in our direction I felt like she was scared of us. And I completely get it if that were the case because everytime she came down our end, the phones went up like robotic arms. I was scared of us, too.

I’ve spent the last 24 hours mourning and thinking “could’ve, would’ve, should’ve”. But I got the experience I was given. It didn’t occur to me to buy multiple tickets for multiple dates. It’s just not how my mind works but boy do I regret it. I bought one for me and one for my husband. I wish I had gone at the back and danced my little socks off. I’ve been trying to get a press pass for tonight but I’ve left it too late. I can’t afford resale tickets.

I watched 95% of the eras tour through the back of other peoples phones. You will look at those photos they and others have taken and think “wow, what an amazing view”. They were holding their phones 2 feet above their heads. Their phone may have had an amazing view, but they did not.

I love Taylor and I know she loves her fans. I don’t want her to feel bad. I just wanted to be honest.

Note to add: there are no channels to complain to. I’ve messaged ticketmaster and got cut off. I’ve messaged Taylor nation and got silence. I paid £250 per ticket.

[taylor-swift-bracket]

Battle of the Bridges!

hoax

You know I left a part of me back in New York

You knew the hero died so what's the movie for?

You knew it still hurts underneath my scars

From when they pulled me apart

You knew the password so I let you in the door

You knew you won so what's the point of keeping score?

You knew it still hurts underneath my scars

From when they pulled me apart

But what you did was just as dark

(Ah, ah, ah)

Darling, this was just as hard

As when they pulled me apart

the lakes

I want auroras and sad prose

I want to watch wisteria grow right over my bare feet

'Cause I haven't moved in years

And I want you right here

A red rose grew up out of ice frozen ground

With no one around to tweet it

While I bathe in cliffside pools

With my calamitous love and insurmountable grief

🌁Please reblog!🌁

[mirrorballpages]

Coming Soon: Watch Wisteria Grow

I’m so excited to share that my next series, Watch Wisteria Grow, is nearing completion—14 chapters written, with just a few more to go! This story will take us through ACOWAR from Elain and Azriel’s perspectives, starting with Elain’s transformation into Fae. It intertwines their quiet, tender moments and explores the soft, unspoken bond that begins to form between them amidst chaos and grief. Like all my writing, this series is deeply inspired by a Taylor Swift song. This time, The Lakes. The lyrics resonate so perfectly with the bittersweet longing, grief, and fragile hope that I imagine defining Elain and Azriel’s journey in this time.

That feeling of having your bliss torn away, of crushing sadness and grief as you try to belong in a world you are no longer welcome in.

This story is for anyone who’s ever felt out of place, untethered, or broken—yet still found the strength to reach for connection and belonging. I can’t wait to share The Lakes with you soon. <3

I want auroras and sad prose I want to watch wisteria grow right over my bare feet 'Cause I haven't moved in years And I want you right here A red rose grew up out of ice frozen ground With no one around to tweet it While I bathe in cliffside pools With my calamitous love and insurmountable grief Take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die I don't belong, and my beloved, neither do you

[taylortruther]

Oooh can you elaborate on the lakes following hoax and how it helps you understand the song?

just like... there is so much deep, dark sadness in hoax: from the business side of the things, from her relationship, from things going on in her life in general (friendships ending and the world just being an awful place for her.) plus, we assume, her partner also dealing with his own stuff. on its own, it was kind of a dark note to end the album on because she seemed to be saying: these things are killing and hurting me, even my love has hurt me, but i'm resigned to it.

and in the lakes, she's expanding on this idea. my take is that she's explaining that the sadness is a part of her, part of her life, part of her relationship. there is depression and struggle. but she didn't seek to run away from her problems, she sought a refuge where she could find a way to live with it (a red rose grew up out of ice frozen ground ... and i bathe in cliffside pools with my calamitous love and insurmountable grief.)

the sadness is still there, but the lakes is less about resignation and more about the hope of finding a way to carry on.