#also stolen by dashboard confessional

[jamesunderwater]

some very jily lyrics

going away to college - blink-182

I haven't been this scared in a long time And I'm so unprepared, so here's your valentine Bouquet of clumsy words, a simple melody This world's an ugly place, but you're so beautiful to me

a little less sixteen candles, a little more "touch me" - fall out boy (the whole song honestly)

'Cause you're just the girl all the boys want to dance with And I'm just the boy who's had too many chances I'm sleeping on your folk's porch again, dreaming She said, she said, she said, "Why don't you just drop dead?" I don't blame you for being you But you can't blame me for hating it So say, "What are you waiting for? Kiss her, kiss her" I set my clocks early 'cause I know I'm always late

she's a god - neck deep (the whole song honestly)

As we wake up she begins curling up to me in her underwear And she looks at me with her eyes like planets in a solar flare She gets dressed, she looks her best with her hair like, everywhere And it comes to me in a moment of clarity She's a god She's a freak like Madonna She's a god Carry me to nirvana She's a god Gimme peace, gimme dharma She's the one Swear to god, she's the one She's a god

hands down - dashboard confessional (the whole song honestly)

My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me So won't you kill me, so I die happy? My heart is yours to fill or burst To break or bury Or wear as jewelry, whichever you prefer

easy target - blink-182

She's got a mission, and I'm collateral damage (That's what she wanted) She's the flower that you place on my casket

lowlife - neck deep

You're perfect Perfectly clean I'm drinking coffee on a trampoline

she (for liz) - parachute (TRULY the whole song i didn't know how to pick just one lyric)

She has no problem with secrets She knows how to keep them She never felt the need to let them show And I've had no trouble with speaking Or trusting my instincts Then maybe this is one that I should know But as I'm waiting there The devil on my shoulder stares Laughing that the one thing I can't get Is what I need

please reblog and add your own, i need more songs for their spotify playlist <3

[arcane-vagabond]

Sailor-Aviator's Playlist Writing Challenge

Hello, hello!! Welcome back to another writing challenge! This one also had a lot of votes in the poll I posted, so I figured why not go ahead and release it?

The Concept

I have what some might call an eclectic music taste. What does that mean? I like a bit of just about everything! So, I compiled a list of songs from my playlists that I thought might make good fanfic inspiration! As with my Christmas Challenge, there will be a limited number of spots for each song! Just send me a DM/ask telling me which song you'd like to choose and for which Top Gun character you'd like to write for!

The Rules

You may sign up for more than one slot as long as there are slots available. However, you can not take up two slots for the same song.

Tag your fics appropriately! (Angst, smut, fluff, warnings, etc.)

18+ ONLY!

This can be a series, a one-shot, moodboards, or even a collection of drabbles! Just have fun with it!

You MUST use your song in some way in the fic. For example, if your song is Two Doors Down by Dolly Parton, then you could write about going to a party or about being a Dagger's neighbor.

HAVE FUN!!!

This writing challenge will not have a time limit, and you can sign up whenever you want! When you are finished (or started the series/collection), you can shoot me the link so I can tag it below. Also, please tag me in the fic and tag the challenge! The more the merrier! Now, there are some popular artists on here, but I encourage EVERYONE to listen to ALL the songs before making your decisions!! I will add more songs if I need to as well!

Tagging a couple of mutuals who I think would be interested: @goldenseresinretriever @bobgasm @mamachasesmayhem @hangmansgbaby @jupitercomet @seresinhangmanjake @number-0-iz

The Playlist

Songs below the cut!

Two Doors Down by Dolly Parton

@aworldinsideaperson w/ Jake Seresin

@alegendoftomorrow w/ the Dagger Squad

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Ends of the Earth by Lord Huron

alegendoftomorrow w/ Bradley Bradshaw

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Work Song by Hozier

@devil-angel-winchester w/ Bradley Bradshaw

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Darling by Halsey

@goldenseresinretriever w/ Tom Kazansky

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The Death of Peace of Mind by Bad Omens

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Stolen by Dashboard Confessional

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Youth by Troye Sivan

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Get on the Road by Tired Pony

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Littlething by Jimmy Eat World

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The Saltwater Room by Owl City

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Enchanted by Taylor Swift

@shinycupcakebaker w/ Bob Floyd

@seresinsbrat w/ Bradley Bradshaw

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Georgia by Vance Joy

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I'll Be by Edwin McCain

@powellssugarbaby w/ Jake Seresin

@sweetwhispersofchaos w/ Bob Floyd

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Love is a Battlefield by Pat Benatar

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New Religion by The Heydaze

@aworldinsideaperson w/ Bradley Bradshaw

alegendoftomorrow w/ Jake Seresin

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She Burns by Foy Vance

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Shrike by Hozier

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Dancing With the Devil by Short Stack

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Like Real People Do by Hozier

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Shut Up and Dance by WALK THE MOON

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Bright by Echosmith

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Someone to You by BANNERS

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WILD by Troye Sivan

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Stay With Me by ayokay

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Iris by Jada Forcer

goldenseresinretriever w/ Tom Kazansky

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Sunshine by Short Stack

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Tell Her You Love Her by Echosmith

aworldinsideaperson w/ Bradley Bradshaw

alegendoftomorrow w/ Bob Floyd

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Everywhere by Fleetwood Mac

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Too Late to Turn Back Now by Cornelius Brothers and Sister Rose

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Leather and Lace by Stevie Nicks

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Mine by Taylor Swift

@bellaireland1981 w/ Bradley Bradshaw

alegendoftomorrow w/ Bradley Bradshaw

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Landslide by Fleetwood Mac

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Burn You Down by Short Stack

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Jolene by Dolly Parton

@dingochef w/ Jake Seresin

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Pretty Carolina by Jontha Links

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Sleep on the Floor by The Lumineers

aworldinsideaperson w/ Bob Floyd

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Style by Taylor Swift

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Out of the Woods by Taylor Swift

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You and Me by Lifehouse

@bobgasm w/ Bob Floyd

seresinsbrat w/ Jake Seresin

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Rhiannon by Fleetwood Mac

aworldinsideaperson w/ (TBD)

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[zenlesszonezero]

Join Zenless Zone Zero with Tsukishiro Yanagi, the deputy leader of Hollow Special Operations Section 6! Beneath her ordinary office lady exterior lies a meticulous, emotionally intelligent big sister to the team.

[meefy]

okay your turn! Give us songs that remind you of Lata/Feanne!!

This one was difficult not because of the response but because I now have to expose my music taste to the world...

Dollhouse - Melanie Martinez

Places, places Get in your places Throw on your dress and put on your doll faces Everyone thinks that we're perfect Please don't let them look through the curtains Picture, picture, smile for the picture Pose with your brother, won't you be a good sister? Everyone thinks that we're perfect Please don't let them look through the curtains

One for Féanne alone (and the one her Toyhouse page links to). Honestly pretty self-explanatory...the Aurevilles want to give the impression to others within the nobility that they're perfect (when they absolutely are not) - and Féanne was the only one out of her siblings who rebelled against it as she grew older.

Beautiful People - Ed Sheeran

We don't fit in well We are just ourselves I could use some help Getting out of this conversation, yeah You look stunning, dear So don't ask that question here This is my only fear, that we become beautiful people

This was one of the first songs that I heard that reminded me of Féanne and Lata together, but especially this verse! In a more modern AU, the line "I'm not fazed by all them lights/And flashin' cameras/ 'Cause with my arms around you/There's no need to care" would probably fit them too. They're just two eccentric people who don't fit in with what is expected of their noble status.

Heartbeat - Carrie Underwood

And we can't see those city lights and I love the way you look in a firefly glow Saying everything without making a sound, A cricket choir in the background, underneath a harvest moon Standing on your shoes in my bare feet, dancing to the rhythm of your heartbeat

Another Féanne + Lata one! This actually partially inspired their original fic, or at least the scene where they share their first proper dance (especially the harvest moon mention for her family's Harvest Banquet). It was also the first time Féanne started to feel herself falling for Lata...

Stolen - Dashboard Confessional

We watched the season pull up its own stakes And catch the last weekend of the last week. Before the gold and the glamour have been replaced Another sun-soaked season fades away. You have stolen my heart.

For Féanne and Lata, through Lata's POV, when they share their first dance at the Harvest Banquet, though in contrast to her by this point he knows quite well how he feels about her.

True Love - P!nk

Sometimes I hate every single stupid word you say Sometimes I wanna slap you in your whole face There's no one quite like you, you push all my buttons down I know life would suck without you At the same time, I wanna hug you I wanna wrap my hands around your neck You're an asshole but I love you And you make me so mad, I ask myself Why I'm still here, or where could I go You're the only love I've ever known But I hate you, I really hate you So much I think it must be True love

Had to end this list on a silly note...obviously this is from Féanne to Lata, in good fun, or at least when they first meet and have to work together while figuring out both each others' mannerisms and quirks AND their growing feelings for one another!

[whiskeyswifty]

bestie is it just me or does the intro for the scientist by coldplay sound EXACTLY like the piano intro for haunted...

UHHHHHHHH WHAT THE FUCK YOU’RE RIGHT OMG I NEVER NOTICED THAT????? Like it’s EXACTLY the same????? Lmaoooooo that’s insane how it’s the same notes or chord progression or whatever and everything. It’s funny cuz When Emma Falls In Love is also a bootleg, instrumentally and the cadence with which she sings it, of Drops Of Jupiter lol. So safe to say, Speak Now was her figuring out what sounds she likes through trying on her most prominent influences and seeing how they fit. There’s pop punk on that album as well and so to me, that album was always like a sonic sketchbook where she was figuring out what HER sound was gonna be. But now even more so now that I can add this to the list. It makes sense why critics and fans don’t care for it as much, as it’s not as cohesive as others. but it’s from such a fun stage in her creative process and journey, I’ll always love it because of how experimental in sound it is. Red is equally as much a mishmash of influences and sounds and is maligned for that same reason, I’d say.

It’s always fun when she wears her influences on her sleeve like even to this day she still explores new sounds in the footsteps of her influences, however subconsciously. My fav in recent memory is how you can hear Mirrorball is very influenced by Stolen by Dashboard Confessional. Even down to mirroring (lol) the lyrics “spinnin in my highest heels love” / “watch you spin around in your highest heels”. Which is lovely I think, and not really a ripoff but a subconscious homage! A real treat when an artist reveals a little bit how their influences shaped their own artistic style. Artists are consumers just like everyone else and it’s fun to be reminded of that.

[withahappyrefrain]

Can you give me a little HC about Warped Tour Bob to help me get through life?

Absolutely!

Warped Tour Bob is also a band kid. In fact, his music taste is why he's in drumline.

He has definitely serenaded you with "Stolen" by Dashboard Confessionals.

He also lets you sit on his lap when he practices playing 🤭

[luriddaze]

#lola

- what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone:  my wife (borat voice)

- what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone: this right here.

- what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone: stolen by dashboard confessional (because he's emo deep down)

- my muse’s last text to your muse: i know we are already married, but i'll marry you again and twice as hard if we get chinese tonight. i'll also let you touch my butt. just saying.

[zenlesszonezero]

Join Zenless Zone Zero with Tsukishiro Yanagi, the deputy leader of Hollow Special Operations Section 6! Beneath her ordinary office lady exterior lies a meticulous, emotionally intelligent big sister to the team.

[thegreatimpersonator]

speaking of indie bands!!! that time when i listened to folklore for the first time, some songs, including cardigan, instantly reminded me of one of my favorite indie/alt bands called copeland. it made me happy to hear the simililarities (in a good way) since i'm a fan of both. the band's frontman's name is aaron too! and also this mirrorball x stolen theory that made me craving for taylor x dashboard confessional collab.

i would LOVE a collab omg!! sorta unrelated but stolen is so good lol

[firefly-in-darkness]

Colours of Love

Characters → Y/N & Dean Winchester, Other Supernatural characters

Summary → Until you meet your soulmate, everything will be black and white. But what happens when you see the colours of the rainbow but no soulmate in sight?

Word Count → 1.8k

Prompt  →  Soulmate AU + Stolen by Dashboard Confessional.

Warnings → Fluff.

Beta → the superstar that is @princessmisery666 // all mistakes are my own.

Dividers → @firefly-graphics.

A/N → This is for @justagirlinafandomworld Pick Two challenge - I’m so sorry it’s late, hope you enjoy it!

Fear wrapped itself around your chest as you tried to recall the previous night while also having to deal with the adjustment of seeing all these vibrant colours. 

The previously faded grey armchair was now an emerald masterpiece and you couldn’t help your fingers trailing across the velvety material, enjoying the switch between the shades. 

The gold embroidered cushions enveloped you in a squishing hug as you curled around and let your legs dangle over the armrest.

Jessica was sitting opposite, sharing the couch with Sam, her head resting in his lap whilst he snored softly, “Are you sure you don’t remember anything else?”

“I drank a lot last night.” You groaned, your eyes stung with the strain of looking at her newly colourful features and the floral curtains behind her. 

You looked away and around the pokey apartment; the photographs of your friends were now more alive than before and the bookcase full of varying shades and tones framing the many books and ornaments. 

Your head pounded against your skull and your mouth felt like there was a cotton ball stuffed in it. The graduating class had celebrated late into the night, to welcome in the start of summer before they went off into the big adult world. You remembered throwing back shot after shot. 

The thought of the clear burning liquid had your stomach bubbling with nausea and making you sit up, “I remember leaving you two lovebirds by the firepit, I was dancing-”

“-If you call that dancing.” Sam interrupted, his head still tilted back, and eyes closed.

You attempted to roll your eyes, but the muscle movement hurt your head more than it was worth, “-in Brady’s kitchen and then I remember nearly falling over but other than that. Nothing.”

Jessica offered you a reassuring smile, “You’ll find them one day.”

Once your head and body had cleared itself of the alcohol, you relished in periwinkle, fuchsia and evergreen. But weeks later, you still hadn’t found your soulmate, the one that had enabled you to see all these new and beautiful colours.

Eventually, after many conversations with Sam and Jessica, you decided to let fate play out. You’d already planned to travel the world and now you were able to see it in colour, you were even more excited

Well, for a few months of your solo adventure, until the colour began to fade into muted tones alongside your aching heart.

One Year Later…

It was the last chance for the Winchester’s to enjoy the summer. To soak in the sun and spend time with their loved ones before the chaos of Autumn took over their lives. 

Sam and Jess had rounded up all the usual gang for a barbecue to celebrate their engagement as well as Dean and Castiel’s new business venture; a bar in the next town over.

Across the garden, Sam had his arm around Jess while they welcomed guests as they wandered through the side gate. Ellen and Jo were the first to arrive, a selection of beers and chips in hand. Not long after, Bobby and Rufus brought in the burgers and more beer. 

Dean welcomed them all and then retreated to the other side as they all began to gush about Sam and Jess’s engagement. He hovered over the barbecue as the charcoal heated up, sipping on his beer, watching the excitement unfold across the lawn. 

Of course, he is over the moon for his brother; finding his soulmate, settling down in this beautiful white picket fence home and, now, getting married. He recalled how Sam’s name flashed on his mobile out of the blue, Sam’s words a little slurred and the raucousness of the college party in the background as he recounted how he needed his older brother’s advice on how to get the girl. 

Sam’s vision had changed the moment he caught sight of Jess across the lecture room, he spoke of how her blonde hair glowed, the way her pink plump lips grew into a huge smile then turned into a breathy chuckle once Sam realised he’d been caught staring at her.

Dean glanced back over to his family and friends, the strip of freshly mown grass was dull and the flowers he’d helped plant were no longer hosting vibrant petals. The feeling of jealousy and the worry that he was being left behind took over and he looked down at the grill. 

It all started years ago, it happened the night of Sam’s graduation party; the beautiful woman in the kitchen, dancing completely out of time to the music. Instead of going towards her and relishing in this newfound vision, Dean had decided to keep it to himself. He wasn’t ready for settling down, falling in love or even meeting his soulmate. 

Dean decided to rush past her and out of the house. His mission nearly failed as she collided into him and nearly fell over. He set her steady and without a second glance, left the party. Deep down, he knew he’d regret his actions, and that he’d end up in this position; watching his brother lead a life that he could only dream of. 

The dull colours were a constant reminder of what could have been. He turned his focus back to the grill, placing the burgers down and drowning out the sounds from across the garden. 

The moment the porch door swung open, you wrapped your arms around Jessica and nuzzled your face into her curly blonde locks. The travel tension dropping from your body, the soft gesture and the sepia tone of her face brought a warmth into your chest.

Jessica held your hands as you soaked in each other’s appearance “Y/N! Would ya look at yourself? Your video calls have not done you justice!”

“Says you!!” The pair of you grinned at one another before you glanced down at your right hand, pulling her left one up to expect the sparkling diamond, “The boy did good!”

"That he did.” Sam sauntered over and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, his locks fell across his face as he grinned down at you. “It’s about time I made an honest woman out of her. I’d crash and burn if it wasn’t for Jess.”

You rolled your eyes and slapped at his chest and turned back to Jessica, “Is he always this cheesy? I don’t remember him being this bad!”

“You’ve been away too long,” Sam chuckled and tugged you closer, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, “Nice to see you again Y/N. Let me take your bags; I’ll let Jess give you the tour.”

The lounge was homely with its large plush corner sofa and the floating shelves full of books, framed photographs and ornaments. Jessica guided you to the guest room and you relished in the normalcy, especially after years of owning nothing but a rucksack and a few days’ worth of clothes.

“Our bedroom is up the stairs and to the left, the room opposite is Sam’s office and then the bathroom on the right.” Jessica then rushed out the final words, “Dean’s room across the hall. He’s been staying whilst he sorts out the bar with Cas.”

“I’ll just freshen up and I’ll be straight out.” You smiled and shooed Jessica out of the bedroom. “Go and entertain your guests, I won’t be long!”

You wandered through the kitchen, a slight smirk on your lips as you twisted around to do a full rotation of the room; it was just how you imagined it would be. With the refrigerator adorned with magnets, gadgets neatly placed on the counters and the photographs dotted along the walls.

Without realising, you turned and walked straight into someone. Your face smashed into the soft cotton adorning someone’s chest. You gasped and stumbled backwards; the heat of embarrassment settled on your cheeks as you looked up at the wall of muscle you had collided with.

You found the bright green eyes of Dean Winchester looking like a deer in headlights. The golden flecks around his dilated pupils pulled your gaze across his features. His tanned skin and freckles splattered across his nose and cheeks had you follow the darker stubble along his jawline. His mouth was slack, and his pink fleshy tongue darted across his bottom lip.

A laughter echoed from outside, bringing you out of your trance. “I am so sorry!” 

You rushed past him and out into the garden with the want for the ground to swallow you whole. The only time you had met, well-spoken to, Dean, was during a phone call with Sam and then you had seen him when Sam had video called him. Of course, the webcam footage back at college was not the best but you had felt a warmth grow each time you walked past Sam’s room and could see Dean catching up with his younger brother.

A warm welcome by Bobby and Rufus was exactly what you needed to distract yourself from how the first time of meeting Dean Winchester had gone completely wrong. The offer of a beer and a patted spot on the blanket from Ellen had you grinning but not enough to stop your thoughts from wandering back to the man you collided with in the kitchen.

It had always been a surprise to you that it had taken this long to meet Dean, you’d met everyone else in Sam's circle except the closest member. You sipped on the beer, relished in the sunshine and the laughter around you as your thoughts drifted back to the way Dean looked, frozen in the spot just like you.

The pictures and videos did not do the man justice, and well, the last few years had done wonders and the way his bright green eyes sparkled in the frame of soft wrinkles.

Bright green eyes. You almost choked on your beer as you looked down to the ground. The navy and white striped blanket was no longer a dull tone, it was almost vibrant. Your heart raced as your hands glided along the soft fabric. 

Slowly, you glanced up at the raised flower beds to your left; luscious green leaves and dazzling pink petals facing upwards. You followed the flowers’ gaze; the cotton white clouds looked delicate against the contrasting blue sky. 

Your mouth dried and your skin shivered in anticipation as your eyes fell back down to the house, and the man standing on the decking in front of the French doors. 

His sparkling green eyes focused on you, and only you.

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[bisluthq]

It’s your kaylor historian here who still can’t remember my log in details to my KH account 🤦‍♀️ (so please make sure this anon just in case it isn’t... I fear them 👀)

Karlie’s tea post before masters heist:

Ok so I can’t remember who posted first and don’t feel like looking, but taylor posted a selfie and captioned it “Friday calmness” and we (kaylor fandom) had been speculating taylor was going to come out as bi on the last day of June / 🌈pride month🌈 since she’d been doing so much stuff that could be seen (and was) as queer coded. We celebrated the “Friday calmness” thinking it was like a ‘calm before the storm’ with the storm being her coming out.

I think Karlie posted after taylor, but am not 100% sure. Karlie posted a selfie with a cup with a caption like “what’s the tea” and the fandom, thinking they were still together, collectively lost our shit. It looked to us like Karlie was playing off Taylor’s post. (I’ll admit, I didn’t think kaylor were still together, but that weekend I was thinking ‘I can’t believe I doubted them!’ Lol)

*there were also rumours that the YNTCD video and single were delayed a couple of times and meant to be released sooner and serve as a soft coming out, but that taylor kept changing her mind about it and is also why she kept the tracklist length under wraps, because she wasn’t sure if she’d go through with it. She was way more vague than ever before. There were also rumours she had a rolling stone cover planned that she was going to come out in but it was scrapped —— I can’t even remember where these “she’s actually coming out” rumours originated anymore and I can’t remember if people had legit sources and gossip or if it was fan fiction planning, but it was mentioned outside the kaylordom too, so take that as you wish.

Then came the masters heist.

Now, to understand the thought process of Kaylors at the time, you have to remember that we thought Karlie & Taylor had a secret romance, Joe was a beard, Josh was a beard - but since he comes from a crime family who have done a lot of bad things (to put it lightly) and are stupidly rich, Josh had Karlie trapped in such a tight contract and has so much blackmail material that Karlie was forced to fake marry him against her will - remember, it was only meant to be a photo shoot for a Vogue wedding spread showing what wedding fashion was available, it wasn’t meant to be a wedding! But josh had his team leak the photos and instead of saying it was all for a photo shoot, Karlie had to say she was now married. <- that was the narrative and thought process within the fandom.

So the fandom thought 🛴 and Josh conspired to announce the purchase of big machine/ taylor’s masters which would derail her coming out plans. The fandom thought Karlie had no idea it was happening. Scooter and Josh were worried Taylor was going to come out, which would ultimately out Karlie since there were so many rumours about Kaylor already, and it would then out Josh and ruin Josh’s image, making it look obvious to everyone that Josh and Karlie were just beards, but kaylor was real. To avoid tarnishing Josh’s hetero card, scooter waited until the end of June to announce he bought taylor’s music for maximum impact.

(Never mind that someone spent $300M to keep a client in the closet) that was how we interpreted the situation (kept writing the fan fiction) and that it was a blow to taylor and a huge betrayal from scooter to Karlie because now they had extra leverage / ways to hurt Karlie.

So yeah. It was a very sad time. This also is why some kaylors think hoax lyrics point to their everlasting love “my best laid plans” = tay ready to come out end of June “your sleight of hand” = scooter tricking Karlie when he bought the masters and any information about taylor that Karlie mentioned innocently was used against them, “my barren land” = taken on a new meaning since Karlie announced her pregnancy, but initially it was seen as the land that was meant to be blooming with love was left barren and empty because of the masters incident delaying her coming out.

It sounds absolutely ludicrous, but the only way to understand how it was easy to rationalise is to understand how adamant the fandom was/ is that Josh and joe are just beards, Karlie is locked in a contract, and taylor is trying to free the both of them. If there were any truth to this at all, it is nothing short of ghastly situation for Karlie and paints taylor as a Nobel warrior trying to save her princess from the tower 🦸🏼‍♀️👸🏼 ....

Karlie had what I think was a scheduled post cause it was ad content , but otherwise was unusually silent on social media for a week + after the announcement. We thought they were grieving together.

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Now for Emily Poe. Ok so I really didn’t do my research - I thought Emily was only one or two years older than Taylor, so it never even occurred to me that the idea of that relationship would’ve been extremely predatory and badbadbadbad. I regret not doing my due dillihence when I was part of a fandom that consumed this theory. So Emily theories have been around since Taylor first had gay speculation. Part of this was because of some funny photos like that one where taylor is standing next to a truck that says “...gay Texan” and emily and a guy in the band I can’t think of his name were pointing to taylor and smirking. It’s a funny photo. I can see my dumb teenage self making similar jokes long before I knew my sexuality because LOOOOL GAY was a thing back then. There’s the video taylor made for Emily where she held up the “we love you emily” sign and she went to everyone she toured with including brad paisley to hold up the sign and make heart hands and just be extremely cute - platonic or romantic - both seem plausible - and cute as hell! The video was set to the dashboard confessional song ‘stolen’ which is basically just the lyric “you have stolen my heart” over and over again. This video got renewed interest when people went back and looked back at the you belong with me video. The idea of taylor and her make love interest holding these a4 sheets of paper with “I love you” written on them seemed familiar. The story of how YBWM came about was that Taylor heard her guitarist on the phone with his girlfriend and his gf was yelling at him for something seemingly insignificant/ the gf was painted out as high drama and her guitarist seemed miserable every time he spoke to her for a while. So Taylor had the idea of a song about a girl thinking her friends girlfriend is horrible, but turn it into a love story where the two friends get together - classic romantic comedy trope - she took the idea to Liz Rose and it was one of the last songs written for Fearless and specifically made to be upbeat and preppy because taylor thought the album was lacking that vibe. If you take the story Taylor said inspired the song and swap it from her male guitarist (who she also said she had no feelings for), and change it to her female fiddle player, the story behind the song can be the same, just tweaked to be hetwashed. Emily was a cheerleader and had a boyfriend when she toured with taylor, so it’s easy enough to take those things at surface value and think there was some truth to Emily. Also the two biggest gaylor rumours pre swiftgron came from comments on a gossip site/ forum. One was that ‘Emily was fired after she was caught relieving taylor of stress’ and how ‘emily was interested in law, but this incident cemented she had to leave the band but the swift team gave her money so emily wouldn’t sue for being fired on a sexual harassment issue’ (of course, knowing the age difference, we know this would NOT be the case at all) and it is speculated it inspired taylor to write breathe because she was so sorry for how things ended. They were inseparable and then after her birthday, never seen together or mentioned each other on MySpace again.

The other comment was that taylor ‘was a pillow princess in high school’ and that she was happy to receive but not give because she wanted to maintain her virgin status and thought if she reciprocated it would make her gay — the comment was something like that.

Of course it would’ve been incredibly easy for idk, some random on the internet who has never even met taylor to say those things.... but it was taken as gospel by the gaylor truthers.

People who looked further found a girl they believed was Taylor’s high school gf, her name started with L... but I never really believed it so I don’t have the greatest knowledge of that one. It seemed ridiculous to me she had a 3 year gf as a teenager and not a single person from her high school - or anyone who knew her alleged gf - ever spoke about it publicly??? That would be a lot of NDAs and payouts to keep silent, but a lot of other people believed NDAs and hush money was spent, so yeah... 🤷‍♀️

She also had some fruity MySpace posts which seemed to help the case for gaylor, but imo, it also falls under the ‘teenagers on the internet are dumb especially when social media was brand new and thank god myspace doesn’t exist cause I don’t want to see my old one ever again’ category.

Sorry for the essay, I felt I had been summoned and wanted to give background on the fandom. When I log back in I think I need to change my bio, I’m not really here to talk kaylor , but the fandom. Cause it’s really sad what that narrative within the fandom has become and heartbreaking what that narrative has done to fans, especially queer kids trying to figure themselves out. I couldn’t see how toxic it was for a long time, I’m happy I’m out of there now. but I think it helps to understand how the fandom thought and saw things as to how easy it was for things to spiral to the state it’s in now.

As old T used to sign off, - lovelovelove 💜

Brilliant post thanks KH!

[confuzing]

I got tagged by @chaos-monkeyy to share 5 songs I've been listening to a few days ago, time to actually do it. 😆

Stolen, by Dashboard Confessional- specifically the album version. For some reason when this song got made a single they sped it up? The slow version is 100% better.

Hunger, by Florence and the Machine

Youth, by Daughter

Famous Last Words, by My Chemical Romance

My Bloody Valentine, by Machine Gun Kelly. I've also been listening to MGK's Ex's Best Friend- Bonus Song!

Hmmm... Tagging people... @everybodyloveshippos @wildspaceyokel ummm... @jewelliffer (did you already get tagged?) And anyone else who I'm forgetting.

[zenlesszonezero]

Join Zenless Zone Zero with Tsukishiro Yanagi, the deputy leader of Hollow Special Operations Section 6! Beneath her ordinary office lady exterior lies a meticulous, emotionally intelligent big sister to the team.

[kittyspotatoes]

🎵 for Kisa and Kisa/Kaidan? 🥺

What if i just threw Kisa's playlist here?!

Im jk idkk i just woke up and you're fast af boi 👁👄👁 also my pick for Kisa was always Swag by Lindsey Stirling but for u, I will pull the next best lyrical song bc ur a beautiful human being and a blessing to mankind

Kisa - Dare you to move (by Switchfoot)

Maybe redemption has stories to tell

Maybe forgiveness is right where you fell

Where can you run to escape from yourself?

Where you gonna go? Where you gonna go?

Salvation is here.

Next one has an interesting take, I usually listen to songs and think whose POV it fits more dhekdj

Kisa/Kaidan - Stolen (by Dashboard Confessional)

Watch you spin around in your highest heels,

You are the best one

Of the best ones.

We all look like we feel

[pop-punklouis]

Hope!!! Do you have any good pop punk vibe song recs? Also ily 🥰

oh boy DO I. most of them are older since i’m a teen pop punk kid at heart

• Came Out Swinging — The Wonder Years

• All Signs Point to Lauderdale — A Day to Remember

• Vegas — All Time Low

• Deadly Conversation — State Champs

• Love Your Friends, Die Laughing — Man Overboard

• Painkiller Weather — Grayscale

• Sight for Sore Eyes — Martha

• Sometimes, You’re the Hammer, Sometimes, You’re the Nail — A Day to Remember

• Blurry — Stand Atlantic

• Morbid Stuff — PUP

• No Matter What — Pentimento

• Temple — Tonight Alive

• Melrose Diner — The Wonder Years

• Let’s Talk About Your Hair — Have Mercy

• I Threw Glass at My Friend’s Eyes — Destroy Boys

• Coffee Shop Soundtrack — All Time Low

• The Future Freaks Me Out — Motion City Soundtrack

• Dressed to Kill — New Found Glory

• Self-Esteem — The Offspring

• Basketcase — Green Day

• Dumpweed — blink-182

• The Weekend — Modern Baseball

• Ashtray Petting Zoo — Joyce Manor

• Parachutes — Balance and Composure

• Stolen — Dashboard Confessionals

• Rumor Mill — We Are the In Crowd

[andsoshespins]

Sunday Stuff

If you do not think that Dashboard Confessional’s “The Secret’s in the Telling” is one of the greatest songs fraught with the most tension and passion, you’re just wrong. 

A surprise visit from my friend resulted in a much-needed impromptu hangout.  It also allowed me to enjoy the nice day into which the gloomy morning ultimately transformed. 

I would like to feel some stability of schedule for the rest of my summer.

The second installment, A Gathering of Shadows, of V. E. Schwab’s trilogy about Master Kell, Lila Bard, and magic is really great.  I am enjoying it immensely!  This particular novel is giving me Triwizard Tournament vibes, but perhaps for a more mature audience.  And who doesn’t want that?!

My morning anxiety subsided, but my diffuser will be going tonight. 

Cleaning my ENTIRE house, quite literally from top to bottom, felt like a great accomplishment.   I usually do it in two parts.  I think this will set up my week well. 

Fresh sheets FTW, baby.

The only time I turned on the TV today was at breakfast to watch the first two episodes of Never Have I Ever which debuted its second season this past week.  I already cracked up aloud twice, and it felt so familiar.\

And for breakfast I ate yesterday’s leftover pinchos. =D

I skipped over today’s workout, but I was feeling very wonky.  

The Olympics start this week, and part of me needs to get ahead of my work so that I may DO ALL THE WATCHING.  More about my slightly irrational love of the Olympics in another post perhaps. 

Related: Seriously though, Tokyo 2020 might be the BEST Olympiad logo I have ever seen (or it’s definitely up in the top 3).  I UNF every time I see it displayed. 

Listening to Dusk and Summer was definitely a good move for this evening.  But why is only the single version of “Stolen” on the Spotify album? 

[fortheloveoffanfic]

The One That Stays

Keanu Reeves x reader (A/n- Last week’s chapter had so many typos that it wasn’t even funny. This is very late, but I kept getting distracted.)

Chapter1  Chapter2  Chapter3  Chapter4  Chapter5  Chapter6  Chapter7  Chapter8  Chapter9  Chapter10  Chapter11

Chapter 12- Matrimony 

“Watch you spin around In your highest heels You are the best one Of the best ones.” -Dashboard Confessional, Stolen (Slow version.)

After the incident at his house, Y/n and Keanu had talked, not argued that time, but simply talked. He had been honest, telling her that it might only get worse from then on, and it had. Somehow, they had found her work and her apartment building and even if they weren’t shoving cameras in her face, the paparazzi were always lurking where she couldn’t see them. Pictures of her had started to make the rounds on the internet, along with speculations and of course, the occasional insult.

Who was the woman that had stolen Keanu’s heart?

Had he ever smiled like that with other women?

She’s spending a lot of time at his place, is she moving in soon?

How long had they been dating?

Why is she so young?

Where’d he even meet her?

The last one was one that Y/n couldn’t really get. Was it an insult? A compliment? It didn’t really sound like either. They had even managed to find out some of Y/n’s personal information, her name, her birthplace and where she went to school. Ah the woes of the internet!

Much to Y/n’s surprise though, there had also been the rare compliment and at some point through out the past week and a half, she had built up a small following; a tiny clique on social media that had already become obsessed with her. They fawned over the way she dressed, her make-up, how pleasant she seemed even if they’d never even met her and how much they admired that she had substance in her own right; she didn’t need Keanu’s fortune for stability, she was her own woman, not ‘arm candy waiting to cash in on his next paycheck’. 

Above the insults, the compliments and the questions being hurled her way, Keanu had been the loudest voice, and the holder of the only other opinion that really mattered in that situation. After the tour bus had gotten as many shots as they could, he’d been sure to make ensure that she was okay before telling her that they really only had two options moving forward as a couple; come clean and tell the fans what they wanted to hear, or keep running around and stealing kisses in the shadows. Keanu had told her to take all the time she needed to think it over, and that he’d be fine with either, as long as they were still together, but a week and a half later, Y/n could see through the cracks of his cool persona. He wanted an answer. 

It wasn’t like she hadn’t been debating it though, she really had. But with all the stress of Julie’s wedding, she found herself incapable of making a decision. Neither seemed to be the right one. On one hand, coming out as a couple meant that their lives would be on display, she’d never have the privacy she did before and there wasn’t a thing of her relationship that would just be there. But on the other, sneaking around was hard and there were only so many places in L.A that offered quiet calmness and good entertainment; by then being followed and going on regular dates seemed synonymous with each other. 

Even as they had navigated LAX, readying themselves to board the plane to Las Vegas, cameras were aimed at their faces and invasive questions shot their way. Thankfully though, things seemed to cool down upon their arrival at the hotel where Julie and Eric’s wedding would take place; right at the poolside.

The three days since they had landed went by in a blur and between making last minute changes to the menu and compiling the final guest list, Y/n had barely found a minute to enjoy the beginnings of their trip with Keanu. 

“You have your tux, right?” Y/n asked, checking through her bag again, making sure she had everything so she wouldn’t have to hurry back to their room in the midst of getting ready.

Keanu sauntered out of the adjoining bathroom, towel over his imitate areas riding low on his hips. Biting her lips, it took an insurmountable level of will power to even shift her gaze from his faintly defined ‘v’ line to his eyes. Keanu didn’t have one of those ‘gym bods’ that so many women fawned over, instead, he had the faintest definition at his chest and a soft stomach, but Y/n loved every part of it. He was real, and he was hers. Chuckling, Keanu approached her, his hair still wet from his shower, though his skin a bit toweled off, “See something you like?” He teased, grabbing her hips, his hands slipping under the hem of her pale yellow blouse.

“Maybe,” Y/n giggled, her hands skimming Keanu’s forearms and biceps, settling on his shoulders. Standing on the tips of her toes, she caught his lips in a deep kiss, yelping when his hands slid around her back to cup her ass, squeezing gently, “Don’t do that!” She protested, a wide grin still splitting her lips.

“Why not?” Keanu taunted, going to nibble on her lower lip, his words muffled by his lips on hers, “Seems like you’re enjoying it.”

Trying, though weakly, to push away, Y/n protested feebly, “I have to go get ready with Jules, that’s why. The wedding is in a few hours.”

“Wedding always start late,” Keanu counted, reeling her back in.

“Not this one,” Y/n objected. When she finally untangled from his embrace, very reluctantly so, it was hard to not give into Keanu’s playful pout, “We’ll have tonight, and the rest of this week.”

“Fine,” Keanu feigned annoyance; huffing as he looked away, folding his muscled arms across his broad chest, “As long as you promise.”

Sighing, Y/n rolled her eyes and biting back a soft smile, she closed the distance she had just put between them, placing her hands on his elbows, “I promise,” she emphasized, “Now, you never answered me about your tux.”

Leaning down to gently tap his forehead to Y/n’s, Keanu chortled quietly; that was probably the sixth time that she’d asked if he’d brought along a tux, and that was just since they’d gotten there. “It’s still right over there,” he pointed to the armoire where a black garment bag hung of one off the brass knobs.

“Right, right. Sorry,” Y/n shook her head, exhaling loudly, “I’ve just been...”

“Stressed?” Keanu lovingly pecked her forehead, “I know baby, it’s okay.”

“Yeah,” Y/n breathed, her grin faint, cuddling to Keanu’s chest so she could warp her arms around her middle, “Why are weddings so much work?”

Hugging her back, her fingers soothingly rubbing up and down her spine, Keanu bent his head so he could bury his nose in Y/n’s hair, “Because they’re special, and special things take work sometimes.”

“So wise,” Y/n hummed, only pulling away from their embrace when she felt her breathing even out and her heart slow; leave it to Keanu to be the eye of the hurricane, the sheltered harbor in the storm. “I should head upstairs.”

“Yeah,” Keanu kissed Y/n briefly after he’d walked her to the door, “I’ll see you later,” he waved, watching as she shrunk with distance, finally disappearing into the elevator. 

Three hours later From the glass panes on the door separating the hotel’s downstairs dining hall from the gorgeous pool area, Y/n could see how the small team of hired decorators had gone all out. A white carpet peppered with colorful flower petals lined the pathway towards the alter, which had been set up before the pool; the man-made waterfall providing the perfect background. White chairs adorned with baby pink and rose gold chiffon drapes and flowers flanked the walkway and on the right sat Julie’s guests while on the left were Eric’s The setting sun casted a dark orange hue over the environs and the mood was perfected by short candles, set in mason jars floating carelessly in the pool.

The officiant stood behind a white, short pillar, hands slipped into his pockets as he awaited the start of the ceremony. Not too far off from the greying man, was Eric, dressed in a light brown tux, nervously rocking back and forth as he awaited his bride. Next to him stood his best man and, several feet to their left, the string quartet had set themselves up, adding a melodious backdrop for the buzzing chatter. 

Y/n briefly glanced at Julie, who stood anxiously at her side, holding her bouquet in a death grip. She looked beautiful, her white tea length dress embellished with glittering rhinestones, a two-inch thick ribbon belt at her waist and capped lace, sleeves barely going over her shoulders. Julie and Y/n had spent hours the week before, searching for the perfect dress, though, when the clerk at the last boutique they had visited brought that one out, Julie had known from just the sight of it that she had found the one. The ivory silk and number looked like it was made for Y/n’s best friend. Her blonde hair had been pinned strategically with bejeweled accessories, her vintage netted veil falling over her face. Upon seeing her for the first time, Y/n had almost teared up; her closest friends, someone who had become family over the past twenty-five years, getting married, and she was right there at her side while it happened.

“You ready?” Y/n turned to Julie, who was buzzing with nervous energy.

Letting out a breath, Julie met Y/n’s eyes, her own wide and worried, “I don’t know,” blinking back unshed tears, she shook her head, “Y/n/n, what if this is a mistake, what if you’re right?”

Y/n furrowed her brows, fighting the urge to drag her red stained lips through her teeth. At first, Y/n had thought that Julie getting married so soon couldn’t be anything but a mistake, but then, it was clear that Y/n had only been projecting her own fears onto her friend’s relationship. And by the way Julie and Eric looked at each other, it was clear that above everything, they loved each other, just like she loved Keanu. Sighing, Y/n rubbed Julie’s shoulder affectionately, “It’s not, and I was wrong. Jules, you love him, and that man out there,” she pointed to Eric, “Loves you.”

Straightening her back and passing a hand over the skirt of her dress, Julie nodded firmly, “You know, I always thought you’d get married first,” at that Y/n just chuckled, rolling her eyes, and Julie continued, “But maybe yours will be the next wedding I go to.”

Y/n hadn’t ever though of her wedding being in the near future, but settling down was something she had always wanted. Maybe with Keanu, the thought, and its realization, wouldn’t be so far off. “Maybe,” was all she said in return.

At the nod of one the hotel’s staff that had been recruited for the wedding, the music changed from a serene instrumental piece to the Wedding March. A couple other staff members pulled the double doors open just as the gathered guests stood. It wasn’t a lot, just a few from either side, and Y/n could easily make out her own parents in the third row; Julie was like a second daughter to them, there was no way that they’d miss her wedding. Keanu sat, looking as dapper as ever, at the nearest end of the second row, one of Julie’s cousins next to him. 

Slowly, and arm in arm, Y/n and Julie walked up the aisle, the sound of cameras shuttering and clicking adding to the music and the trickle of the water. In what felt like no time, Y/n was tearing up again as she pecked Julie on the cheek and briefly hugged her soon-to-be, sort of, brother in law. “I’m so happy for both of you,” she offered softly, before taking her place as not only the maid of honor, but also the only bridesmaid. 

Julie handed over her bouquet and at some point, someone else gave her one of the rings to keep until they were ready for it. The lovely ceremony went off without a hitch and as the officiant recited a poem about love, Y/n searched the crowd, easily meeting Keanu’s eyes, smiling as his own grin widened. “I love you,” she mouthed just before Julie and Eric exchanged vows.

Putting his hand over his chest, he returned soundlessly, “I love you too.”

By the Julie and Eric had been pronounced man and wife, it was near night floor and before Y/n could reunite with Keanu, she’d stayed back with them to take pictures. The photo session had taken nearly hour and by the time she was finished, just in time to head back inside before the some one to announce the newly weds, she was all but falling into Keanu’s arms.

“Hi,” she sighed breathily, not hesitating before sinking into his arms, “It’s over, mostly,” she giggled.

Keanu chuckled, basking in their embrace as he pushed off the bar counter, “It is.” Even when they pulled away, Keanu’s hands lingered on Y/n’s arms, “I can’t believe I’m just now getting the chance to tell you how beautiful you look, a vison in pink,” he praised.

“Aww,” Y/n cooed, blushing, “Thank you,” for emphasis, she did a little curtsy; pulling on the skirt of her short dress. Since she had been the only bridesmaid, Julie had given her most of the power in choosing the dress, only asking that she stay within the color-scheme. Ultimately, Y/n had gone with a knee length pink, sleeveless, chiffon with a conservative ‘v’ shaped neckline and a crossed back, exposing some of the skin there, pairing her ensemble a pair of heeled sandals and a decorative bandeau. “You look quiet dashing yourself,” Y/n winked, “Who knew you’d be so fucking hot in a suit.”

Keanu laughed a little louder, his hand reaching for Y/n’s hip, pulling her in so he could plant a kiss on her lips, “You really know how to flatter a guy, don‘t you?”

“You make it easy,” Y/n hummed in returned, their sweet, short, kisses morphing into a full blown make-out session, “I love you,” she managed in the short time between kisses.

“I love you too,” Keanu barely returned before her lips were on his again. His arms snaked her waist and Y/n maintained a loose grip on the lapels of his jacket.

They were so lost in each other that neither of them noticed the older couple standing a couple feet away, until a man cleared his throat loudly. Springing apart, Keanu smoothed his hand over his jacket and Y/n put her fingers to her lips, turning around to see the culprits, eyes widening, “Mom, dad!” She smiled tightly.

Stiffly, she approached them, and they each pulled Y/n into quickly hugs as Keanu kept a safe distance, observing silently, “Honey!” Her mother grinned, though anyone one could see that there was a district curiosity in her eyes.

Though, Keanu would take curiosity over the dagger-glares from her father any day. The man who looked nothing short of very intimidating, offered a stare that suggested that he was ready to strangle who ever the man sucking his daughter’s face was. “Y/n,” he tried to smile affectionately, “You never told her you were seeing someone new.”

“Roger,” her mother swatted at his chest, “What your father means is that.....well, dear, we didn’t know you had a friend.”

“A boyfriend,” Roger gave Keanu a steely once over, “Or, in this case, a man-friend.”

Exhaling, Y/n laughed nervously, “I.....guess it slipped me,” or rather, she had conveniently avoided telling them in fear of their reaction. It wasn’t that she was ashamed of Keanu; she could never be, but Y/n was terrified that her parents would hate him, besides she hadn’t let any boyfriend meet them since collage. “Dad, mom,” she nodded to them, moving back a little to take Keanu’s hand, urging him forward even though he seemed nervous, “This is Keanu, my boyfriend. And Keanu, this is my mom Maryann and my dad Roger.”

“He’s an actor,” her father observed bluntly, narrowing his eyes in skepticism, “They don’t treat their women right.” Roger took Keanu’s offered hand, squeezing tight as he gave it a firm shake.

“Daddy!” Y/n gasped, moving closer to Keanu, slipping her hand around his back defensively, “Keanu is-”

“No, its okay Y/n,” Keanu glanced down at Y/n, his eyes communicating to her that it was okay and that he didn't need her to stand up for him. Clearing his throat Keanu nodded stiffly at Roger, politely retracting his hand, letting it fall to his side. Turning back to her parents, Keanu stood up a little straighter and plastered on the sweetest smile he had, “I know that people in my career don’t have the best rap, but I can promise you that I have the best of intentions for Y/n. She’s,” he glanced Y/n again, that time with love and adoration, “The most remarkable woman I’ve ever met, and I plan on treating her well.”

Roger raised his head higher, seeing to regard Keanu in a new light. Everyone seemed to hold their breaths for his next words and Y/n sighed in relief when he finally spoke again, slapping Keanu’s shoulder, “I was wondering if you’d have the balls to stand up to me, can’t have by little girl running around with a whimp.“

That time, both Y/n and her mother gasped loudly, looking to her father who just chuckled quietly. Realizing that Roger wasn’t going to say much more, having already gotten what he set out to find, Maryann spoke next, seemingly a bit taken a back, “So, how did you two meet?”

“At a party, Julie introduced us,” Y/n’s breath shuddered as she hung on for her mother’s go at testing Keanu, “We started dating a little while after.”

Nodding slowly, Y/n’s mother hummed, licking her lips, “Okay,” her brows knitted, “It’s just.....” Maryann’s smile faltered, “Y/n/n, can I just, steal you away for a second?”

Stuttering, Y/n frowned deeply. “Sure,” she nodded hesitantly, pecking Keanu’s cheek before following her mother to a quieter corner. When they were a distance away from Keanu and her father, Y/n spared them one last glance before turning back to her mother, “Mom, what’s up?”

Maryann worried on her words for a few seconds, “I don’t want you to take this the wrong way,” she reached for Y/n’s hand, “But are you sure a man like Keanu is what you want?”

Tilting her head, Y/n frowned, fighting the urge to suck in a nervous breath, “What do you mean?”

“It’s just....well...” What a heavy sigh, Maryann finally relented, “He’s so much older than you.”

Scoffing, Y/n shook her head, “Doesn’t matter how old he is; I love him,” she determined, squaring her shoulders, ready for that interaction to be over.

“Doesn't matter?” Her mother’s disdain evident, “Y/n, he’s at least twenty years older than you. Don’t you think it’ll matter when he’s ready for things that you aren’t?”

“Like what? Kids?” Y/n rolled her eyes; she hadn’t meant for her words to come across as harsh, but she wasn’t about to stand there and let her mother condemn her relationship. In fact, that was why Y/n hadn’t mentioned Keanu to her over their phone calls in the first place; she adored her mother, but really didn’t want her bad-mouthing her relationship with Keanu. 

“What the hell does that mean?” Maryann’s teeth were gritted, signaling that Y/n had struck a nerve, “I just don’t want you to make the same mistakes I made!”

“So marrying dad was a mistake, huh? Or was it just having us?” Y/n ripped her hand away from her mother’s loose grip, folding her arms defensively across her chest. Around them, guests navigated the grand hall, their giddy laughter and excited chatter was a vast contrast to the conflict bubbling between Y/n and her mother.

Anger flared in Maryann’s eyes, “That is not what I meant!” She hissed loudly.

“But it’s what you meant every time you say you regret not living your life before you were forced to become a mother. Newsflash mom, I’m not like you, I want marriage and kids and everything you didn’t, and I want it with Keanu,” taking a deep breath, Y/n blinked back her tears, “You know what mom?  I don’t need this right now, or at all, I love Keanu and if you’re not okay with that, I’m sorry. I’m sorry because he means a lot to me and there’s nothing you, or anyone can say that will change my mind, and I’m sorry that you can’t accept him because of something as menial as his age. But I’m not sorry for loving him.” Sniffling, Y/n swiped at her eyes, “I should go mingle.....or something,” shaking her head, Y/n turned on her heel, stalking off.

“I’m just trying to help you,” her mother stressed, hand on her temple as Y/n walked away

Nodding stiffly, Y/n was too far gone, at least for now, to continue that conversation with her mother, “I don’t need your help mom, I just wanted you to be happy for me.”

”Maybe you should slow down a bit,” Keanu mused, reaching for Y/n’s glass, which she tired to move out of his reach, “I love you baby, but nobody wants a drunk bridesmaid, especially when you’re the only bridesmaid.”

Y/n hadn’t told Keanu what she and her mother had talked about, instead, she had opted to drown her anger with alcohol and hope that the hangover the next day wouldn’t be that bad. Maybe getting drunk at her best friend's wedding wasn’t her best idea, but nearly a bottle and a half of champagne later, she was a bit past caring. “Not drunk,” Y/n frowned when Keanu moved the bottle out of her reach, “You need to loosen up babe, we’re at a wedding, not a funeral.”

Keanu furrowed his brows, wondering if Y/n could hear the first hints of slur in her voice. He knew something was bothering her, and he knew it had everything to do with what had happened between her and her mother. If only she’d tell him. “We don’t need to be drunk because we’re at a wedding,” Keanu reasoned.

“Don’t need to be sober either. Besides,” she sang, clumsily pulling off her bandeau and brushing her hair out of her face, “We need to have fun,” Leaning in to Keanu, who sat on the chair pulled close to Y/n’s, she brought her face close to his, “Don’t you want to have fun Keanu?” Y/n’s lips were an inch away from his and just when he though she was going to kiss him, Y/n reached out, trying to sneak the bottle out of his hold.

Thankfully, Keanu hadn’t had half as much as his girlfriend and was able to react quickly, raising his hand over his head, leaving Y/n stumbling into him. With his free arm, Keanu kept Y/n from falling over, “Maybe we should get you some fresh air.”

“You wanna go outside?” Her features brightened significantly, the alcohol tinting her cheeks rosy pink. 

“Yeah,” Keanu chuckled at her childlike wonder, “Come on,” he helped her stand, leading her with a hand on her lower back, through the doors, out to where the ceremony was held earlier. 

Outside, some of the candles still burned in the water while most of the chairs had been shifted around, no longer reflective of the earlier uniformed elegance. The air was cool, which was surprising, and with the door now closed, the music was muffled, though not inaudible. Shrugging off his jacket, Keanu helped Y/n into it, smiling at how the dark material swallowed her up.

Keanu led them over to a couple chairs near the pool, where some decorative plants would guard them from any prying eyes, “Do you wanna talk about it?” He broke their silence.

“Talk about what?” She feigned ignorance, not looing at him directly.

“What happened between you and your mother,” Keanu draped his arm around Y/n’s shoulders, keeping her tucked at his side, “You know that you can talk to me about anything,” he kissed her temple.

“I know,” Y/n hummed, her eyes glassy, her voice soft, “I don’t think there’s anything to talk about. She’s thinks that I’m making a mistake, I don’t,” she shook her shoulders.

“You don’t think you’re going to regret being with me one day?” Keanu angled his head to catch a glimpse of her face. He hadn’t thought about it before, but now that it was out there, he couldn’t help but worry that he wasn’t the best thing for her. What would happen in twenty years, the space between them would look so different when they were older, when the shine wore off and a loving relationship turned into....whatever it would? What about one day, when he wasn’t with her anymore? Could he bare to put her through it, could she stand the thought enough to stay with him?

For the first time since they sat, Y/n smiled, snorting a laugh, “No, of course not. I don’t care about what the future looks like, as long as you love me in it,” Y/n smiled wistfully, twisting and reaching out awkwardly to brush some strands out of Keanu��s “Are you gonna regret being with me?” 

Smiling, Keanu tentatively squeezed her shoulders, “I could never.”

“Good,” Y/n’s grin widened, “I don’t want to talk about this anymore.” Standing abruptly, Y/n went over to a cleared spot in front of the pool, “We shouldn’t waste such a beautiful night dwelling on that.”

Leaning back into his chair, Keanu put one hand on his thigh, the other still hanging off of what was Y/n’s chair. She seemed so lost in her own little, drunken world. Spreading her arms out at her side, Y/n spun in a full circle, her dress flaring carelessly around her knees. Keanu regarded her with wonder and amazement, not fully understanding what good deed could have accounted for Y/n coming into his life. How had he managed to get so lucky, when just two months ago, he was alone. 

But there he was, at a wedding, with possibly the love of his life. Happy, contented and excited for the future. She had come into his life, and changed it, faster than he could have ever imagined. She captivated him with her beauty, enthralled him with her sweet voice and captured his heart before Keanu could realize it. Y/n was a hundred times better than anyone woman he could dream up; she was his own personal piece of heaven, and if he could be fortunate enough to spend the rest of his life with her, then he couldn’t care less if he’d make it to the golden gates that everyone talked about.

Licking his lips, he continued staring as she came over to him, giggling, “Come on,” Y/n urged, reaching for his hands, trying to pull Keanu off the seat.

“Where do you want to go?” He chortled as she lead him to the other side of the pool, far out of sight.

Holding onto his shoulder, she undid her shoes, tossing them to the side. “Right here,” she chirped, and for a minute, Keanu was worried that she was going to get in, though, Y/n just sat on the edge of the pool, dipping her feet up to her ankles. “Sit,” she encouraged, patting the spot next to her. 

Shaking his head, Keanu kicked off his shoes, took off his socks and rolled his pants up to his knees. From the minute he sat, Y/n put her head on his shoulder and he pulled her in at the waist, laying his cheek on her hair, “I love you,” Y/n said softly, “Like, a lot.”

“I love you too,” Keanu smiled, “Very, very much.”

Taking a deep breath, Y/n pulled away to meet his eyes, reaching over to lace her fingers with those of his free hand with his, “I want everything with you Ke. Everything.”

“I want that with you too Y/n,” he assured her, giving her hand a loving squeeze.

Smiling nervously, Y/n continued, finally making a decision that she had been pondering on for the past two weeks, “Good, because I think we should do it, because I don’t care if everyone knows, or hell, if no one knows. But I don’t see why we should make this harder than it has to be.”

Keanu stammered; he couldn’t believe his ears, “Are you sure? Maybe you shouldn’t make a decision like this after drinking so much.”

“I’m sure,” Y/n nodded, a light breeze rustling their hair, and she leaned forward to press a kiss to his lips, feeling his grip on her waist tighten, “I can’t see myself being with someone else; tomorrow or ever. Lets go public Keanu.”

Laughing breathlessly, Keanu pulled her in for a celebratory kiss, “Okay,” he agreed giddily when they broke, “Lets do it.”

******

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Name: Kennedy

Gender: Female

Star Sign: Libra

Height: 5′2″

Time: 9:26pm

Birthday: September 24th

Favorite Bands: Jack’s Mannequin, Death Cab for Cutie, Waterparks, and The Killers

Favorite Solo Artists: I actually don’t listen to many solo artists? Sorry, I just can’t think of any right now. 

Song Stuck In My Head: “Stolen” by Dashboard Confessional

Last Movie: We Can Be Heroes

Last Show: Bones

When Did I Create This Blog: July 7th, 2012

What Do I Post: Mostly fanfic recommendations? 

Last Thing I Googled: I’ve been having this weird shoulder pain for a few days and went down a WebMD rabbit hole. Does that count?

Other Blogs: @seasonschange-butreblogsdont

Do I Get Asks: Ummm I think I’ve gotten literally two asks in the last 8 years

Why I Chose This URL: I was very into Fall Out Boy when I was in high school (hi this was once a bandom blog). It’s from the opening line of one of my favorite song of theirs, “The Take Over, the Breaks Over” and at this point 1) I am emotionally attached to it and 2) it would feel strange to change it... given that seasons change, but people don’t

Following: 373

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Average Hours Of Sleep: Oh, well, I’m a chronic insomniac, so 3-4 hours is usually my sweet spot. Less than that gives me anxiety, more than that gives me nightmares. 

Lucky Number: 3 or 7? Maybe? Also 23

Instruments: Bold of you to assume I have musical talent

What I’m Wearing: Jeans, a gray sweater, and Edgar Allan Poe socks

Dream Job: I’d love to be an archivist or a curator! I dream of working in a museum. I also really wanted to be an archaeologist as a kid, but I am not gifted in science and math.

Dream Trip: Washington, D.C. Someone please take me to the Smithsonian and the Library of Congress so I can die happy. Disney World is an acceptable alternative; I’ve never been. 

Favorite Food: I eat so much Mediterranean food. My body is 85% dolmas and 15% onion rings. 

Nationality: American

Last Song: “Shake, Shake, Shake” by Bronze Radio Return

Last Book I Read: Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy

Top 3 Fictional Universes I’d Like To Live In: LET ME LIVE IN THE STAR WARS UNIVERSE. PLEASE. IM BEGGING YOU. I also think I would do well as a hobbit, even though I don’t really like Lord of the Rings. Might say screw it and go live in the A Song of Ice and Fire universe. Yes, I am aware of the risks associated with this; I plan to die instantly after riding a dragon. 

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