#also my tears ricochet

[yancant]

I wanted to be your woman, wanted to be your man, wanted to be the one that you could understand ☹️

Errr self indulgent Narra and Astarion bc I just finished his companion quest and I think he needs to be held

[whattagem]

Locklyle is soooo Back To December/Haunted omg

[themoon-andtosaturn]

london n4

[archer-s-prey]

no because the eras tour really is girlhood in spite of everything. i will never forget the way taylor swift created a space where it's finally safe to feel vulnerable, to be excited and loud, to be heartbroken over things that are considered trivial because it's our right to feel every single feeling and not turn into yet another apathetic shell of a person that had to sacrifice their identity to survive a man's world.

[sunshine-and-her-ikevil-stuff]

At almost every route's emotional low point, I have a song come to mind that matches my emotions/the situation. I wonder what song it'll be for Alfons's route

Two potential options are "All 2 U" from Helluva Boss if the MC hasn't figured out his motivation yet. Or "sry ily" by Elliot Lee

[whenthegoldrays]

The feminine urge to make a Marry My Husband playlist and put every Taylor Swift revenge song on it

[14dayswithyou]

Bro i was listening to Taylor swift and ‘don’t blame me’ song reminded me of Rin deadass

✦゜ANSWERED: YEAHHHHH!! IT TOTALLY FITS HIM!! @yourunhingedgirlfriend once made a Ren mood board(?) including that song as well, and it hasn't left my mind since ^^ <3

But yeah!! I still stand by the headcanon that [REDACTED] is in his Reputation era and Ren is in his Lover era ;v; Also, in this 391,490,009 page essay I will be talking about how "Mastermind" and "Hey Stephen (Taylor's Version)" are such Ren/[REDACTED] coded songs, and that the entire Evermore and Folklore albums were the inspiration behind Elanor's charac-

[mendesandsushi]

tolerate it from taylor swift is a such percico coded song i could listen on repeat while reading a 70k percico angst NO happy ending

[castielssuperhell]

friendly reminder that folklore came out the same year cas died and evermore came out a little over a month after his death. so for the sake of your own mental health please don't picture dean sitting alone in his room listening to both of them!

[moonshynecybin]

It’s pretty crazy that Taylor swift actually wrote Right Where You Left Me and possibly also My Tears Ricochet about Marc Marquez after becoming obsessed with rosquez and watching every Marc interview about Vale

your tribe has spoken. this song is BANANAS it is on my playlist and i love it

i mean jesus christ dude.

[dilfssi]

i’ve cracked the code folklore is messi’s relationship with barcelona and evermore is messi’s relationship with argentian

[hsmtmts-arrows]

hi HELLO JEDDOX WHEN THEY WEREN'T TALKING AND FIGHTING AND WHATEVER + MY TEARS RICOCHET WEB WEAVE OR WHATEVER U WANNA CALL IT🗣️🗣️

(PS. the more madlyn nation snippets youve read the more this is gonna hurt 🙃)

+ extra lyrics from hoax because i am acc not okay in the slightest thanks for asking

[slttygeto]

new theme whos this

[rosalesbeausderholle]

The way I've been obsessed with the "but diesel is desire, you were playing with fire" line in The Great War for the last year and a half. There have been days where I have ONLY listened to that song for that one line. She really laced it with crack.

[youareinlove]

what song of taylor’s do you relate the most?

i don't think there's a single line in her discography i've related to harder than, "they told me all of my cages were mental, so i got wasted like all my potential / and my words shoot to kill when i'm mad, i have a lot of regrets about that." but on a happier note, long story short is very resonant for me (minus the boyfriend of it all aldkjf)

[the-lil-exorcist]

The End of All Things; Solo

TIMING : About Ten years ago, A week or so before Graduation

LOCATION:  The Halls of Wicked Rest High.

SUMMARY: Charlotte is annoyed that her girlfriend missed prom and is now sporting a hand wound. Lil, figures out quickly that this is the end.

CONTENT WARNINGS:  It's a break up folks, it's sad. (None)

“I just feel like you aren’t listening to me, Lil!” Char said as Lil again tried to calm her down. In some ways, she got why her girlfriend was so upset. She hadn’t been to school in days, and when she came back, her hand was fucked up. She had told Char - maybe something about prom. 

Oh yeah. She’d forgotten about prom. Fuck. Well, she guess she hadn’t forgotten about it. 

She had been a little busy. 

 Rubbing her neck at the idea, she sighed a little and tried to say something that would make it better. Hey Babe, sorry I got tricked into a demon exorcist and ended up having a little bit of a mental breakdown. You know how it is? Hey, do you want to grab some smoothies? Will that make you feel better about my almost death? 

So instead, she stood there silent, letting Char down again as she tried to get through again. “Lil, listen, it’s okay if you’re in something bad. I know you say you aren’t, but I can see - Lil, are you in a gang or something? Is that why you always get hurt? Please just let me in.” 

She was reaching out again, her eyes tearfully looking at her to please trust her. Fuck she wasn’t even mad she’d forgotten. For a moment, Lil thought of it, of telling Char that she was an exorcist, that she had to be one. She thought about telling her of everything that was going on - maybe she could handle it. 

Then, like something reminding her of the real world, her newly bandaged hand burned for a moment. Lil, if you don’t do anything, you’re going to end up killing us both - LIL STOP. WHAT ARE YOU DOING.  

No. She couldn’t even handle it. The weight of everything on her was too much, and she couldn’t share it. She shouldn’t share it. Everyone around her in this hallway was a fucking kid - she was a kid. What was she supposed to tell Char? Monsters are real? Lil was an exorcist and very often saw the edge of death. That she had to make a decision quick on how she was going to escape this? She breathed in for a moment, and Char looked expectantly at her like she was finally going to let it go. 

Instead, shaking her head, she turned to Char and said quietly, “No, it’s not anything like that. It’s not even that deep. Okay, Babe, please drop it.” Her hands shook a little, not wanting to deal with this, or she could feel the eyes on her again. Trying to pull Char in and give her a kiss on the forehead, she felt the other sigh and not let herself be moved. 

“No. You aren’t doing this again, Lil. I forgive a lot of shitty things you’ve done because I love you, but you’re not going to run away from me again. Tell me what’s happening, or we have to end this.” Char’s eyes looked determined and demanding, and while Lil usually found that adorable, she knew now that it wasn’t going to end well. 

For a moment, Char didn’t look like her girlfriend, but another person who wanted to demand Lil to do something. This time, it wasn’t something she could give. Lil kept giving things to people that she had to - she just didn’t have the ability to do more. 

So, while Char looked hopeful that the ultimatum might work, Lil sighed and shook her head. Her hand stretched out to push some of her now ex’s brown curls behind her ear. 

“Let’s break up then,” Lil said in a firm voice, unwilling to strip her soul bare in front of the other. She couldn’t. There was no way to ease another person into this life who didn’t already know it, and well, Charlotte couldn’t exactly consent to know about the horrors. 

For a moment, Char was quiet, her eyes wide before she started to cry, and it took a lot for Lil not to pull her in. She knew it wouldn’t help, even if she wanted to badly. She wanted to tell Char that it wasn’t her fault, but she suspected the other already knew. Lil looked away as her eyes turned from sad to angry, letting the other yell at her. Tell her that she was horrible, that she’d led her on. Still, as selfish as it was, Lil didn’t look back at her, not wanting to see hate on her face. 

She just let her ex yell, and after a little, she calmed down and just - “Lil, I just don’t understand it. Why do you just push people away? I wanted - fucking hell, Lil, I just wanted to be with you.” 

“I’m sorry,” She said after a moment, finally looking back at Charlotte to see her look as lost as Lil felt. “I’m a bad girlfriend. Sorry.” 

For a moment, Lil wanted to take it back again and let Char in. Pretend that there was a future where Lil wasn’t on the brink of horrors. She could go to college with her and maybe end up breaking up for something mundane and harmless. Hell, maybe they could have been high school sweethearts. There were millions of possibilities that Lil would never have. Either because her dad would send her to be a demonologist or she would have to run.

Those were the two options she could present to Char - Char, who had a future. Char, who wanted to be an elementary school teacher. Char, who liked soft colors and loved the cardigan Lil had made her. Char, who had blushed when Lil asked if she had a crush on her. Char, who had relentlessly handed Lil notes on classes she missed, who followed her around, worried that Lil had no friends. Char, who hadn’t minded that Lil was reading archaic texts instead of paying attention to her school work. Char, who had asked her out with a pinky promise that she wouldn’t be upset if she asked ‘like a suuuuper important question.’ Char, who had a habit of kissing her cheek when she actually ended up going to a class. Char loved when Lil would wrap her in her jacket, claiming it was just ‘suuuuper comfortable.’ 

Charlotte, who was going to have a future, even after Lilian left. While she might be one of the worst parts of her life, Lil decided at that moment she wouldn’t be the end of it. 

As the silence went on, she saw Charlotte slump and shake her head, moving down the hall to go to the door leading out of the now-abandoned school. Pausing for a moment, Lil reached back down and tightened the bandage, thinking that it was getting close to graduation. She would have to make some moves, and - well, maybe it was better this way that it happened now. 

“Bye, Char. I promise you won’t miss me in the long run,” Lil said softly, moving to meet up with Jonas to go home.