#also: taylor swift references everywhere

[morganee]

Byler Week 2023 - Day 5: Secret Identities

“Are you free tonight?” Will blinks and gapes a few times. “What?” ��I’m going out with my sister and her best friend tonight. We’re going to a pub.” Mike moves forward, and Will’s breath hitches. “You could join us. It…could be fun.” or Mike follows his sister to England to write articles about the celebration of the Silver Jubilee. There, under the pale British sun, he meets Will.

title: a sad beautiful (tragic) love affair chapters: 1 of 4 word count: 14,450 link: chapter one - I was enchanted to meet you on ao3

[the-star-rigel]

devils that you know / raise worse hell than a stranger (THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT + Jason Peter Todd)

the black dog / Robin / Peter / the smallest man who ever lived / who’s afraid of little old me?

[dlscenarios]

How I Long For Our Trysts

Anthony Bridgerton x f!Reader SMUT

I finished reading The Viscount Who Loved Me & i'm already missing this fictional man like he's my husband that went off to war.

Also ofc the title is a Taylor Swift reference. What else is new?

Cw: AFAB Reader + a few brief mentions of Reader being a lady, Bridgerton-typical society talk, Reader & Anthony are pretty handsy, No foreplay, Unprotected sex + Creampie

You were going to be the death of him.

Anthony Bridgerton always knew he was going to die young, but he'd always thought it would be a similar death to his father's — sudden and perhaps by the stinger of a measly bee — yet the agonizing wait for you to appear in the doorway of his study might do him in first.

His mother had invited what felt like hundreds of singles in the ton for another one of her house parties at Aubrey Hall. The woman was relentless in her task of marrying off her children, although she seemed to focus more on Anthony than his brothers. To the viscount's dismay (he was ashamed to admit his simultaneous delight), you were one of the invited guests. Anthony's mother had no idea that you and her eldest son had already become well acquainted with each other, having met earlier in the season.

You had a distaste for society and its strict rules, something that both intrigued and infuriated Anthony. You conducted yourself in a way that haunted his very being. Had you been a smidge less cynical, you would fit Anthony's idea of a perfect viscountess exactly.

Since your first meeting, the viscount would see you everywhere. At the shops, the park, every ball, there was even a time Anthony could have sworn you were in his bed beside him only to find out it was just an all-too-real dream. In hopes of getting you out of his head, he began pursuing you. Not in hopes of marriage, Anthony had carefully planned out every minute you shared together to avoid such a thing, but in hopes of turning his dream into a reality. And it worked. It worked far better than Anthony thought it would. Every moment he spent getting lost in your body felt better than it had with any of the women he had slept with before. He craved you more than he had ever craved anything in his entire life. While your moments together were fleeting, he made every minute count and seared the memory into his brain. 

Now that you were under the same roof as him, he could barely hold himself back. His siblings had coerced you to join their game of Pall Mall earlier in the evening and each time your ball and his sat near each other, it took every ounce of Anthony's strength not to pull you to the side and kiss you senseless. After the game, he stepped closer to your side, inconspicuously whispering into your ear to meet him in his study at midnight. If everyone else in the house was asleep, he could have you all to himself for hours. As long as the two of you ended up in your respective bedchambers by dawn, no one would be any wiser.

While waiting for the clock to strike twelve, Anthony tried to keep himself busy by going over a few papers, but eventually the dry scratching of his quill and the flickering light of the candle beside him began to make his head spin. Tossing the pen to the side and rubbing his face with his hands, the door finally creaked open. Leaning back in his chair, a smirk grew on Anthony's face at the sight of you shutting the door behind you.

"Took you long enough." he quipped, gazing at you with tired eyes. You returned his smile and approached the desk.

"It is better to be safe rather than sorry, my lord. I did not want to risk someone catching me outside of my chambers like this~" Your hand began to fiddle with the hastily-tied knot on your robe. With a light tug, the robe was untied and fluttered open to reveal that you donned only a chemise under it.

Anthony sucked in a breath, dark eyes trailing over your figure. Yes, he had seen you in less before, but you looked too damned stunning in everything you wore, no matter how many layers it consisted of. Even at the social events both of your families "coincidentally" attended, he could not tear his eyes away from you.

You stepped closer to his side, his hand wasting no time in settling on your hip. He was looking at you like how a puppy eyed its beloved owner. You kept that analogy to yourself, knowing full well that he would rid it the moment he became aware of it, but it was perhaps the most beautiful look he had ever worn. Your opposing hand came up to graze his cheek before your fingertips peaked into his hair. Anthony's eyes fluttered shut, leaning into your hand and turning to press a soft kiss to your palm.

"Always so eager." you said, smiling down at your lover. You caught the faintest, briefest smile on his lips before he kissed your palm once more with a deep hum.

"You cannot blame me." Anthony's voice was low and filled with passion as he replied, "Not when I have the prettiest lover in all of Great Britain," he paused to squeeze your hip, his fingers digging into the fabric of your chemise, "Right at my fingertips."

"Aw..." you teased, leaning down to meet his lips. Anthony lets out a low moan into the kiss as his hand slides from your hip to around your waist, guiding you down to straddle him in his chair. Your warmth was the comforting sort, the image of you in his lap serving as a reminder that Anthony had you. You were his, sitting so prettily above him, and deep down, while it hurt his pride to admit such, Anthony knew he was yours.

In the glow of the fireplace, the two of you held each other close, hands exploring previously conquered patches of skin. You had tugged his vest open as one of his hands slid under your chemise to grab your ass. His lips had left yours to trail hot kisses along your neck. Your breathy pants fanned against his ear while he suckled your clavicle, wishing so desperately that he could leave a mark. Anthony knew he couldn't. You were out in society, someone the viscount had sworn to never rope into his rakish encounters. The last thing he wanted to do was ruin your reputation and find himself at the receiving end of your relative's pistol.

Anthony let out a low growl, pushing away the niggling reminder that he had compromised you. What a hypocrite he was. Had one of his sisters been in your position, he would have ripped their lover to shreds, but something about you felt different. A warm and welcoming feeling that Anthony had never experienced before. A feeling that was suffocating him as he lifted his head to peck your jaw before guiding you into another kiss.

You yanked at his shirt, ripping the top buttons out of their holes. Anthony groaned as your hand trailed down his clothed chest, grazing over his stomach and inching closer to his waistband. His lips leave yours, pressing a feather-light kiss to your cheek before his own hand slips down to meet yours, expertly unbuttoning his trousers.

Anthony Bridgerton was never a patient man, something you had known since your first night together. He was never selfish — in fact, he was quite a generous lover, always checking to make sure he wasn't moving too fast — he merely found it difficult to hold back at times. You were a drug. Perhaps the only thing that could make him completely drunk, aside from the occasional brandy. As he freed himself from the confines of his pants, he gazed up, his dark eyes shining with a lustful glint as they met yours.

You shifted above him and pulled up the skirt of your chemise enough for him to line up with your entrance. His free hand rested on your hip before slowly guiding you down to take him in. With a groan, he squeezed your ass as you situate yourself in his lap. His hands slid up to your hips, urging them to roll toward his.

Anthony held you close, enough for him to lean forward and mouth at your clothed chest. You always felt like heaven, so hot and tight. You made him feel alive. Anthony groaned against your chest as his fingers dug into your skin, mirroring the new grip you had on his shoulders. Your soft moans against his ear spurred him to help quicken your grinding, guiding you along the length of his cock.

Before you had met the viscount, you had known of his rakish ways from Whistledown's column. The woman had never been wrong so you had no reason to disbelieve her reports on Anthony's past conquests. Opera singers, actresses, several women in London's brothels, he had allegedly bed them all. He was the biggest rake in all of Britain, yet as he held you tight and fucked into you as if he loved you, you couldn't bring yourself to regret meeting him. It could have been your inexperience in these sorts of encounters, but you could have sworn the Anthony Bridgerton you saw during these nights was a better man than the one Whistledown knew. He was always so attentive and skilled and beautiful and...

You contracted around him, ripping a gruff moan from your lover's lips, his gaze focused on your connection as he controlled the movement of your hips. His short nails bit through the thin cotton of your chemise, his own hips thrusting up to meet yours.

"Fuck..." Anthony groaned almost too quiet for you to hear. He always found it hard to last longer than you, yet another difference between you and his past lovers. He was already close and, judging by the way your moans took on a higher pitch, you were not far behind. One of his hands left your hip to slip under the bunched front of your dress, thumbing your clit in the exact way he knew you liked.

You squeaked out a moan, your grip on the back of his shirt hardening. "Anthony...Oh god, Anthony..." you repeated his name like a prayer.

Suddenly, your orgasm hit, stilling your hips and moaning into his shoulder. Like he always did, Anthony coaxed you through your release, continuing his ministrations and pressing soft kisses to the side of your head. Once your moans subsided, the hand on your clit left to rest on your back. You kept your face buried in his shoulder as he panted into your ear, his own sounds growing closer together as he chased his release.

You lifted your head enough for Anthony to steal your lips again. With another groan, he thrusted up into you one last time before his come began to fill you. He held you tightly against him as he deepened the kiss.

You moaned and weaved your hand into his hair. You didn't want the kiss to end. The moment it did meant your time with Anthony was coming to an end. You would have to return to your bedchamber alone, knowing the man you had accidentally started falling for was under the same roof.

Meanwhile, Anthony had no plans of letting you go once leaving your lips to catch his breath. He glanced to the nearby clock. It was only one in the morning, plenty of time to keep you locked in the study with him. He should be free to have you until six, when the maids would begin wrapping their wake-up calls on the residents’ doors. After only a few gulps of air, Anthony's lips were back on yours, keen on having you in every position he's dreamed you in.

Anthony Bridgerton never planned on catching feelings. Hell, his entire plan for the season was to find a wife he wouldn't fall for, yet as he admired you in the euphoric state he had put you in, he was starting to think his plan had failed.

[chuuyrr]

GORGEOUS — NAKAHARA CHUUYA

⊹ CW(s): f! reader, famous! singer! reader, strangers to lovers, crushing (you fall first but he falls harder), heavy references to taylor swift and her reputation album, 3.9k words

⊹ SYNOPSIS: in which you write your crush a song, and he finds out

inspired by: gorgeous by taylor swift !

applause and cheers flood your ears as you stand before the stage, a smile on your red-painted lips, albeit a little breathless as you bring the microphone to your lips, ready to deliver your speech and express thanks for the award bestowed upon you.

what began as a passion for music and songwriting has grown into stardom, as evidenced by the best female musician award you were now receiving on stage, surrounded by other artists in the business and, most importantly, your fans.

just as you were ready to begin when another music artist, much older than you, interrupted you. you stood there perplexed, but then the much older and taller artist grins at you, almost darkly and mockingly.

"yo, [name]!" he exclaims into your microphone, stealing as he addresses you with such familiarity, "i'm really happy for you. i'mma let you finish, but, she has won the best video award of all times!" he exclaims, gesturing at the other female music artist sitting on the sides, but she looks just as perplexed as you.

"one of the best videos of all time, i tell you!" he says into the microphone again, facing the crowd as if rubbing salt in your open wound, then shoveling the microphone back to you as if nothing happened.

in any case, the sudden interruption of the said male performer stunned the entire stage and audience. as you move about the stage, you find yourself uncomfortably laughing and unsure what to do.

the audience suddenly begins to yell "boos!" instead of clapping and cheers, and your hands shake so much that you nearly drop the trophy in your grasp. the shame seeps deep into your flesh, and the fact that cameras were flashing everywhere and this awarding was also being done live didn't help.

you couldn't find your voice, and the stage appears to be tilting as your eyesight blurs.

your great moment, your glory, vanished in an instant.

your reputation.

as you hold the glass in your hand, you sigh and tap the rim before giving it a quick, delicate spin, allowing the ice to clink against the glass before you drink the burgundy liquid, letting the addictive yet mild taste of fermented grapes strike your tongue and throat.

you twirl the glass in your palm one more as you recall the incident that occurred during your awarding. you recall the dazzling lights of cameras, the gasps and shouts from the audience, and what's more, that very artist who humiliated even stated that you owed him something sensual for making you famous.

a smile tugs at your lips as you shake your head and look at the music playing in the pub. it served as a gentle reminder that this was your current situation.

even if you remember it like it was yesterday, it has been a while since then. customers at the bar are singing along to the fairly spiteful yet powerful tune and lyrics of your song, enjoying the piano and beat.

"but i got smarter, i got harder in the nick of time. honey, i rose up from the dead, i do it all the time. i got a list of names, and yours is in red, underlined—i check it once, then i check it twice, oh!" the crowd of the bar sings, jumping up and about with their drinks in hand.

"look what you made do! look what you just made me do!" they continue to sing the lyrics, some even dancing to the choreography while others were just cheering and such.

your little revenge song appears to have polarized music critics, with some praising your new direction and hailing it as a fierce comeback, while others were disappointed with your change of style from your usual romance-esque and heartbreak songs to a dark electroclash and dance-pop, as well as the hidden message that underpins it.

"huh, that was a nice build-up to a crescendo build in the pre-chorus from the sparse verses," a voice next to you comments.

you blink, your eyes widening and your heart trembling slightly.

shit. did you got recognized already?

you slowly turn your head, and there stands a red-brunet with his hair framing his face and a black fedora on top of his head. he's dressed in a white button-up shirt underneath a gray vest, a black choker, a black ribbon bolo tie kept together with a little silver clasp, an open black cropped jacket with sleeves pulled up at the elbows, black slacks, a black belt dropping off his right hip, and black low-arch shoes.

you can feel your heart pounding. this man appears to be a big deal, possibly like you? was he a music critic, perhaps? you thought you heard him say something about your song, “look what you made me do”, playing in the background, but you couldn't be sure.

but there was something oddly appealing about this man, and you found yourself glancing at his face rather than his suit, and…

ba.. dump..

you feel the blood rush into your cheeks and your heart skip a beat when you notice he has beautiful blue eyes that remind you of the ocean.

your gaze ultimately settles on the creases of his face, from his brows to his nose and all the way to his lips. he is so gorgeous that you find it difficult to swallow the lump growing in your throat, your words becoming tangled in your tangle of thoughts and feelings.

for a brief moment, you've forgotten what you were drinking and thinking about because he—this stranger—has taken over everything in your mind.

when he finally turns to you, allowing you to be face-to-face with him as he sits on the cushioned stool next to you, you shift in your seat, becoming nervous once more.

"are you okay?" he says, and you notice him watching at you carefully, but with some concern, as he notices your flushed cheeks and how you appeared to be a little shaken in your seat.

"wha—?" you murmur out, blinking in confusion.

he blinks back before narrowing his eyes slightly, a look of uncertainty on his face, yet the way he does it is igniting feelings inside your chest right now.

"i asked if you were okay. is everything okay, miss?" he asks again, and this time a chuckle escapes his lips.

"o-oh, yeah. i’m fine, no worries," you exhale, a sheepish smile on your face as you manage a brief fit of laughter. you were still in awe of this man.

you assumed he was a music critic or a businessman wanting to interview you or get you into a deal for collaborations, but from the way he speaks and addresses you, he appears to be neither.

what's more unexpected is that he doesn't seem to even recognize you.

you were already expecting him to start bombarding you the instant he laid eyes on you and sat next to you, but it was something you didn't mind at all. it was a strange feeling for you, yet it was reassuring in some ways.

being famous always meant having eyes and cameras trained on you at all times, which you acknowledge was a touch stifling. you couldn't really blame yourself because you've made quite a name and reputation for yourself with the songs you've composed since you were a child.

you gently sit back, more calm now that he doesn't appear to recognize you, and order another glass of wine from the bartender, who kindly pours you some from the bottle.

"hey, is that a pinot noir?" you hear him speak again, commenting on the beverage you got.

you turn back to face him, "yeah, it is. why?"

"that's a great wine to have by itself," he explains, chuckling softly.

"you seem to know a lot about wine," you smile at him before taking a sip of your drink, welcoming the taste of the wine in your taste buds once more.

"and you seem to have a good eye," he says, smiling. at least, that's how you perceive it. the sort that you'd see from your fans, not the ones that reminded you of bad music critiques and certain people in your life.

he turns to the bartender to order himself a drink, which you see sends a little surprise from the bartender as you hear the bartender fumbling over when he orders a wine called petrus, oblivious of how ridiculously pricey it was.

"you have a problem with me ordering petrus? hah?" he asks, arching his brow at the bartender, and you find yourself giggling at the sound of his tone.

something about the way he spoke when he was agitated, the subtle growl in his voice, was sending you.

"oi, what's so funny?" huffs the red-brunet, staring at you with a little but not necessarily mean glare.

"nothing," you remark between laughter as you sipped your pinot noir, "you just sound like a cute but angry puppy."

"EXCUSE ME?!"

maybe you did drink a little too much that night.

the next thing you know, you're seeing the same man you saw about a week before, and strangely enough, you discovered him in the club doing who knows what.

it was bizarre, truly, but you felt drawn to this man you had no known about. you didn't even know his name when you met him in the bar, so you did what any normal person would have done.

you simply stay far from the crowd admist the blasting lights and music in the dimly lit room because you don't dare to approach him, but little did you know, he was here for a reason, and one thing he wasn't expecting was to see you again the moment he does.

"you again?" he asks as he purposely bumps into you when he walks across the crowd.

"i think i should be saying that to you, mister fancyhat," you say back with a smile tugging on your lips.

his eyes widen a bit at the nickname and for a second he scoffs, "the hell?"

"well, you never gave me your name," you playfully roll your eyes at his reaction, giggling and immediately saying, "i mean it though. your hat is pretty fancy."

"well, thanks," he shrugs his shoulders before asking, "so, would you like a drink?"

"you bet i do," you smile softly with a wink. how could you not accept this man's offer?

"well then," he says, a small grin tugging on his lips, "how does whisky on ice sound this time?”

"sounds good," you remark, shrugging your shoulders, but what he says next takes you by surprise.

"but do me a favor and get behind me real quick, sweetheart," he urges sternly, forcing you to move instinctively to do what he says.

small gasps fill the club at the unexpected ruckus, some even afraid by the red-brunet's sudden cruelty to this stranger, but all settles down when he states that the guy was snapping pictures of you without your permission.

for some reason, even though he was yelling and threatening the paparazzi, the manner he protected and guarded you from them was not alarming to you. it even made your heart skip a beat for some strange reason.

you never imagined that stranger you met could be that interesting. he definitely had a reputation, possibly as big as yours, if not bigger—and you were enamored like a schoolgirl with a big crush.

could he possibly be a spy? or even a mafioso? the possibilities were endless. you had no idea what it could be, but it gave you a rush of thrill and excitement. he was so cool.

"hey, um," you manage to say, blinking out of your sight as chuuya scoffs at the person taking pictures without your permission—you didn't know how to explain to him that the guy he had just nearly beaten up was your paparazzi, but you were grateful.

"what? you okay? that guy was following you, ever since i saw you in here, actually," chuuya adds, pulling you by the wrist to take you somewhere secure in the club, unaware that he was also there for another reason involving his line of work.

"yeah, i'm fine," you admit with a sheepish smile, "more than fine, actually. let's just drink.”

chuuya sighs and scoffs a little, but smiles at you, "just try not to get drunk and make fun of me like last time, okay?"

you can't help but quietly giggle as you recall getting drunk on your wine the last time you met in person at the pub. to be honest, the growl of his voice and the way he says his r's as he becomes irritated at the bartender's answer to his request for a petrus tickles your brain in a hilarious manner.

"i'll try not to then, but no promises~"

"you better not damn it."

from the moment you met chuuya a spark ignited in your very heart. as you spent more time together in secret, the ember grew into a flame, fueled by shared laughter and late-night conversations.

it was in those moments that you discovered the layers beneath chuuya's tough exterior, the vulnerabilities that made him undeniably human.

one evening, inspired by the depth of your emotions, you found yourself sitting with a guitar in hand, fingers strumming gently. the lyrics flowed like a river. each word echoed with sincerity, a testament to the connection you had forged. you wove a tapestry of emotions into the song, from the subtle nuances of his laughter to the way his eyes held the oceans of stories.

lyrics always came to you naturally the minute you felt inspired to write a song, but this time was different.

instead of simply focusing on your reputation, past painful experiences, those who had wronged you, and even past lovers who now serve only as heartbreak and lessons, this time it was all about him.

you found the sweet whisperings of love gently tugging at the strings of you heart. as you navigated the complexities of your emotions, you stumble upon a connection that felt like destiny—a love story in the making.

with pen in hand and heart wide open, you pour your emotions onto the blank pages, each word a declaration of the feelings blossoming within. the verses were a canvas painted with shared moments, laughter echoing in the lyrics, and the subtle nuances of chuuya's essence woven into the melody.

as the melody and chords resonated with the rhythm of your emotions, you realize that in writing a love song for chuuya, you were not just creating another song; you were navigating the path to love once more.

and each lyric became a stepping stone, leading you towards a renewed understanding of affection and the beauty of opening one's heart to another, and it was a celebration of the love that had rekindled within you after everything.

late into the night, you penned the final verses, pouring my feelings onto paper. the melody became a vessel for the unspoken, a silent confession wrapped in the chords of a heartfelt song of bubblegum pop.

it was a labor of love mirroring the evolution of your feelings for chuuya, and as the last notes faded away, you knew you had given voice to the emotions that had taken root in your heart.

chuuya was in his office at the port mafia headquarters, having completed his report for the boss.

he was merely looking out his office window with a glass of wine in hand, a neutral and albeit weary expression on his face, letting out a tired sigh as the radio playing from his desk said the following words just before a new song came on,

"here we have next is a new single from the one and only, [surname] [name], entitled gorgeous!"

chuuya's eyes widen as he hears your very name on the radio. he may have only recently learned your name, but he remembers it vividly, as the song begins.

there was no doubt that was you and your voice singing on the radio, and this song doesn't simply tell about someone who is in love with a new love interest in a promiscuous manner in an attempt to attract the attention of a prospective lover.

“ocean blue eyes, looking in mine. i feel like i might sink and drown and die—you're so gorgeous! i can't say anything to your face.”

chuuya stands in stunned silence as the melody filled the atmosphere when the bridge comes in. the song was a heartfelt composition, capturing every nuance of his personality and the shared moments between you two.

“you make me so happy, it turns back to sad, there's nothing i hate more than what i can't have. you are so gorgeous it makes me so mad. you make me so happy, it turns back to sad. there's nothing i hate more than what i can't have and, guess i'll just stumble on home to my cats alone.. unless you wanna come along?”

the drum beats, synthesizers, and the gentle cadence of your voice resonated with emotion filled the air. it took chuuya a moment to register that the words were meant for him, a love letter crafted in the form of a song.

as more of the lyrics unfolded, he felt the weight of your affection settle in his chest, each note a testament to the depth of your feelings. it was a revelation that left him breathless, realizing that someone had taken the time to compose a symphony of emotions just for him.

the lyrics danced between vulnerability and strength, capturing the essence of your connection. in that moment, chuuya understood the magnitude of your love, and a warmth enveloped him.

chuuya feels his face grow hot, only because of he was too oblivious for a mafioso to not recognize you, to not realize he had been speaking to a famous artist like you out in the open just like that, thinking you were just some beautiful girl in the bar and club he'd go to. no, you were more than that.

and now, going back to it, it makes sense as to why he would constantly find people trying to take pictures of you, as to why you would seem quite tense at times, or even why you would keep staring at him.

"fuck," chuuya curses to himself, "oh, fuck."

the final chords of the song lingered in the air, not long after, and without hesitation, he reached for his phone, fingers tapping with urgency as he dialed your number.

the phone rang, each tone echoing his anticipation. when you answered, he could hear the warmth in your voice, a familiar timbre that matched the melody he had just experienced.

"was that... you?" he asks, his voice a mixture of awe and genuine curiosity.

there was silence for a moment, before you answer, "so you heard it on the radio." you says softly in the call.

as you confirmed it was indeed your creation, chuuya couldn't help but smile, a rare and genuine expression breaking across his face. the connection between you two deepened with every word, the song serving as a bridge that brought your emotions to the forefront.

in that moment, over the phone lines, chuuya felt a profound connection, grateful for the beautiful revelation you had shared with him.

the warmth in his voice betrayed a mix of emotions as he spoke, "it was... incredible. you wrote that for me, sweetheart?"

there was a brief pause, filled only by the static hum of the phone line, before he continued, "i never knew. i... i don't know what to say, but i had to hear your voice, to tell you that it meant everything."

a playful chuckle escaped your lips as you tease him, "took you long enough to connect the dots, didn't it? turns out you've been with a famous artist all along." there was even a lighthearted tone to your words, a mixture of amusement and affection.

chuuya's response was a hearty laugh on the other end, a sound that resonated with genuine delight.

"well, i guess i’m not the fastest at catching on," he admits, the hint of self-awareness in his voice. but then, a sincerity washed over his words as he continued, "but damn, you just made me fall harder for you, sweetheart."

the exchange of laughter and genuine emotions continued, bridging the gap between the revelation of your identity and the newfound depth of your connection. the melody of your shared feelings played on, a harmony that echoed between two hearts that had finally found each other.

excitement radiated through the phone as chuuya declares, "enough of phone calls, i need to see you right now."

there was now a newfound sense of urgency in his voice, a genuine desire to bridge the physical distance that remained between you two at this moment, "where are you right now?"

you share your location without any hesitation, without waiting for another response, he swiftly made his way.

as chuuya reaches the familiar spot, his eyes scanned the surroundings eagerly, searching for the person behind the melody that had woven its way into his heart.

and then, there you were, standing under the soft glow of a streetlamp, a smile playing on your lips as you locked eyes with chuuya.

the world seemed to fade away as he closed the distance between you, the anticipation building with each step. without a word, chuuya pulls you into a tight embrace, savoring the reality of your presence after the emotional journey of hearing your song on the radio in his office.

in that moment, the bustling world around you melted away, leaving only the two of you enveloped in a shared understanding and newfound depth of affection.

chuuya whispers in your ear, "i needed to see you, to feel this. no more hiding behind melodies and phone calls, damn it. just you and me, together."

his arms held you in a comforting embrace as the world around you embraced the quietude of the night. the streetlamp cast a gentle glow on both of you, and the soft hum of the city formed a distant backdrop to the shared moment.

breaking the silence, chuuya gazes into your eyes, a mixture of gratitude and genuine emotion reflected in his intense gaze. "i can't believe i've been so blind to what was right in front of me. how could i have not known who you were, and that song.."

you smile softly, a tender acknowledgment of the connection that had finally blossomed between you two, "i meant every word, chuuya. you have no idea how much i want you."

he brushes a strand of hair from your face, his touch a gentle reassurance. "well, i'm done letting things slip through my fingers. i want this, with you," his breathy words hung in the air, carrying the weight of a promise.

and so, beneath the canvas of the night sky, chuuya's lips met yours in a gentle, yet fervent kiss. it was a collision of emotions, a fusion of longing and realization.

as you melt into the kiss, the embrace held a promise of a beginning, a tender affirmation that echoed louder than any song you've written before, and the melody of your hearts played the sweetest tune, and the night whispered secrets of a love that had finally found its voice.

⊹ a.n.: thank god my finals is finally over because i finally got to finish writing this !! *literally cries* i also think i went all out for this one too because it ended up reaching 3.9k words, which is crazy. oh, and to the anon that requested this, i hope you enjoyed reading this one, in fact, all of you who made it this far—i love you and thanks for reading (honestly felt like i wrote a bit too much for this fic but oh well lol) <3

[honeybeefae]

Coronation Day (Eris Vanserra x Reader)

Eris Week Day Two: High Lord

Summary// The day of Eris's coronation is finally here and while everyone is getting ready you realize your mate is nowhere to be found. After searching everywhere you finally find him in the gardens and you see a side of him that he rarely ever shows.

(I’m sorry that these are so short but I hope you guys are still liking them! This fic was one of my favorites to write and I think it’s just the detail and imagery that really ties it in. I also love writing about vulnerable Eris so it has definitely been fun for me! <3 Thank you guys for reading!)

(I also had pictured what the dress, crown, and shoes looked like so here are the references but of course I want you all to picture what you like! It is you, after all :))

Your Dress / Crown / Shoes / Eris's Outfit (but gold instead of silver) / Garden Gates

(Also I listened to Safe and Sound by Taylor Swift while writing!)

@erisweek2023

WARNINGS: None

You look up at the grand clock as the seamstress puts the final touches on your gown, your stomach in knots as you look over yourself in the mirror. It was Eris’s coronation day and everything had to be perfect, including you. The gown was exquisite, the exact dress you would expect from a High Lord’s mate, and your hair and makeup enhanced your entire aura into royalty.

The gown was the color of golden leaves with large sleeves and beaded foliage around the top to pay homage to your court. It swept the floor and had a grand trail, almost like a wedding dress, while the crown that was atop your head matched perfectly to Eris’s. 

“There, my lady, you are perfect.” The seamstress beamed in the mirror as she stepped back, taking in the entire outfit as you matched her smile with your own. “I have never seen a more beautiful and deserving woman to be our Lady of Autumn than you.”

“You are too kind, Cressida.” You blush, stepping off the pedestal and testing out your specially made-heels. “All this beauty is truly owed to you. I was but a blank canvas to your brilliant mind.”

“Now it is you who is being too kind, my lady.” She bows while she gathers her things and walks towards the door. “I will see you at the coronation!”

“I’ll be the one on the throne!” You laugh, waving to her before turning to your handmaidens with a nervous sigh. They all gush over your outfit, their voices intermingling into a crescendo before you shush them. “Have you heard from Eris?”

“Well…about that…” Luci begins, her mouth twisting down as she looks to the others who immediately look to the ground.

“What? What is wrong?” 

“Nothing is wrong, my lady, it’s just-” Luci tries to explain before Nikolet steps forward, finally caving. 

“No one has seen him since this morning!” She confessed, her hands wringing together in front of her. “He was getting ready and when the seamstress came to check on everything he had vanished. They didn’t want to tell you since you were also in the middle of-”

“They didn’t want to tell me that my mate was missing…on his coronation day?!” You raise an eyebrow, trying to control your anger as the girls sheepishly nod. You pinch the bridge of your nose and take a deep breath, shaking your head. “I will go find him, just finish getting ready.”

“But my lady-” Luci tries to interject but you hold out a hand, silencing her. 

“He is my mate. Wherever he has run off to and why he has run off is nobody’s business but our own. Now please, get ready. I will see you all there.” You urge, shooing them, before picking up your skirts and walking out the door.

The castle is bustling with activity while you try to find him. People were running around making sure everything was in its place, that the flowers were set and the food was prepared. You try to look neutral as you pass everyone, barely acknowledging their bows and awes of beauty as you search everywhere. You weaved and waded through the crowds of fellow court members, peeking through the doors of rooms and studies until you stopped at the grand entrance doors.

Where on Earth could he be?

You bite your lip, looking side to side, before you catch a glimpse of sunlight coming in from the window above. As you turn to see its path, noting how it hits the painting of the garden so beautifully, you get an idea.

The pace of your steps picks up as you hold your skirts tightly and all but run through the kitchen, apologizing to the staff as you almost run into the cake. They shout out, wondering where you are off to in such a hurry, but you ignore them as you push through the back doors and glide down the outdoor steps.

Leaves rustle above you as the autumn air greets you like a lover, wrapping around your bare shoulders in a soft caress while your heels click against the cobblestone walkway. The trees grow thicker as you make your way to the very back of the estate, to your and Eris’s small garden of Eden.

Tall stone walls and oak trees guard it from prying eyes, secluding it for everyone except the two of you as you slow your pace and walk through the iron gate. Autumn leaves cover most of the pathway leading to the small bench at the back of the garden where you spot Eris with his head in his hands, the tree above rustling and whispering things you think only he can hear.

“Eris?” You say softly, smiling softly when he raises his head to look at you. He looks beautiful in his dark red suit, golden embellishments lining the wrists and collar, with a white shirt and dark pants to match. His hair was styled neatly, as always, but what stood out to you the most was his pained, troubled eyes. “Oh, Eris.”

“You look beautiful, Y/N,” He says, watching as you walk over to him and crouch in front of him. Your dress rustles against the ground but you don’t pay any attention, all of your focus is on him. “A true Lady of Autumn.”

“What’s wrong, love?” You ask, grasping his hands in yours. “Cold feet already?”

He gives you a small smile and your heart flips. “You could say that…though it is very hard for me to get cold.” Eris chuckles though his voice falls flat at the end as he looks down, frowning. “What if I can’t do this? What if I can’t lead an entire court?”

“You can do this. If anyone can, you can, Eris.” You squeeze his hands tightly, bending down until you catch his gaze. “I have never had as much confidence in anyone leading as I do with you. This court has been through so much and you are going to bring it back to life.”

“This court has been through so much because of my father,” He scowled, standing abruptly while you sighed and stood with him. He began to pace back and forth as he continued his rant. “My father almost ruined this court and I know what the people think of him…what they probably think of me. I am my father’s son and what if, what if I become him? What if that is my destiny?”

The air stood still as he stopped in his tracks, looking at you with fear and sadness and doubt and vulnerability. You had only seen him like this once before when your mating bond had snapped. He hated to show weakness, especially when it came to his family, and your heart broke at his confession.

“What if I am no better than my father? A monster’s prodigy?”

You walk to him slowly and cup his face, caressing his cheek with your thumb as you pull him towards you and wrap your arms around his neck. Eris immediately crumbles at your touch and pulls you as close as he can, burying his face in your neck as your hands run down his back soothingly. 

Something wet falls against your shoulder but you don’t draw attention to it nor to the shuddering of his shoulders. You just hold him as tight as you can while you whisper your truth into his ear.

“Eris Vanserra, I want you to listen to me.” You begin gently. “You are more than your father’s legacy. You are the creator of your own story, the holder of the pen, and right now is the first chapter of it. You have more kindness, bravery, and leadership in your pinky finger than your father ever had.”

His shoulder slowly came to a stop as you continued, pulling back so that you could press your forehead against his and look into his eyes. “My love, I wish you could see yourself as I see you. Because do you know what I see?” You ask, placing a finger under his chin when he tries to look away. “I see a man who is brilliant. A man who is loyal to his court and saved them from war. A man who may hide behind a mask but cares more than he cares to admit.”

“I see my mate, my handsome soon-to-be High Lord.” You smile, kissing his cheek. “The mere fact that you are afraid tells me, tells everyone, just how worthy you will be for this crown. You will do amazing things for this court, for all of Pyrthian. I have never had more confidence in anything in my life.”

“Y/N…” Eris trails off, lost for words, but you shush him with a finger to his lips. 

“And if you happen to falter just remember I will be right by your side ready to set you straight.” You grin, giggling when he nods in agreement. “But seriously, you are going to be a wonderful High Lord.”

Eris takes a deep breath and whispers, “Have I ever told you how lucky I am to have been given you?”

“You could do to remind me more often…” You trail off teasingly. “Perhaps tonight after your coronation?”

He smirked and tried to give you a kiss but you cheekily turn at the last second, letting his lips land on your cheek and smiling when he let out a huff of frustration. You grab his hand and begin to walk out of the garden, turning back to him and saying, “Now, now, High Lord, we mustn’t keep everyone waiting. Come, let’s start this journey together.”

The two of you walk back into the Forest House, smiling and laughing, while everyone looks on in confusion. You arrive quickly at the doors of the grand hall where you can hear everyone talking, wondering what was taking so long. The advisors look worn out as they get in their places, just glad that Eris has been found, while you turn to look at him adoringly. 

“Ready?” You ask.

Rays of sun shone through the windows again, catching him in just the right light to give him an ethereal glow that highlighted his amber eyes and cheekbones. “As long as you are by my side.”

“Always.” You promise, kissing him tenderly before pulling away as the doors open. “Let’s go get your crown.”

As the doors open the applause nearly deafens you, everyone cheering and smiling as the two of you walk into the room and down the aisle. At the end sits two thrones of equal size, both of your crowns sitting on the cushions as you walk hand in hand towards your destiny. 

[jennyboom21]

Last week, the New York Times ran a nearly 5,000-word piece about Taylor Swift in its opinion section. The thoughtful essay, by editor Anna Marks, specifically considers the superstar’s creative output by asking the question: What if, as so many of the references in them suggest, some of Swift’s songs are about being in love with women?

Marks is only about the millionth person to suggest that Swift might be dropping clues that she is gay in her work, a theory known as “Gaylor”: Here’s a 2022 feature about the fan theory that ran in Jezebel; here’s an explainer from later that year in Vox that gets into it, which, oh, also references a Vox deep dive from the height of the COVID-19 pandemic on “the queering of Taylor Swift”; here’s a Rolling Stone piece pegged to the release of Midnights; here’s a piece that ran in Slate after the re-release of Red that explored similar theories. I could go on and on. You get it. The Times is not exactly breaking new ground here.

Marks’ piece does stand out in a few ways: It’s very long. It’s in the New York Times, the “paper of record,” and that apparently confers some vague special responsibility to every word it publishes. It does not report on what the fans are saying but instead identifies Marks herself as the fan with the corkboard and red string. If it’s even a conspiracy theory at all, the piece openly muses about its subject: “There are some queer people who would say that … she has already come out, at least to us.”

The opinion piece has “prompted a fair amount of outrage online,” writes Danielle Cohen in the Cut, “where even those of us who enjoy the occasional Gaylor theories found these assertions—and the fact that they were made in an esteemed national newspaper—a few steps too far.” Among the outraged are Swift’s “associates”: “Because of her massive success, in this moment there is a Taylor-shaped hole in people’s ethics,” a “person close to the situation” told a CNN reporter, noting that, were Swift a man, this article “wouldn’t have been allowed to be written.”

Leaving aside that this very same author wrote a piece about Harry Styles’ potential queerness, it’s true enough that Swift isn’t a man. But she’s a cultural phenomenon. Her songs were streamed over 26 billion times last year on Spotify alone. Her celebrity is everywhere you look right now. It has made her a billionaire, and boosted the economy to boot.

[the-one-and-only-aroace]

I will never forgive Taylor Swift for doing country music because every second of it is grating and overly-commercial. I don’t believe only people from the south can make country music (a lot of non-southerners take it for granted less than southerners) but Taylor swift clearly did it without the basic knowledge of the fact that her country accent is the worst I’ve ever heard.

An accent does not country music make. And her accent is the fakest, most grating bs I’ve ever heard. I have a pretty strong accent (gs are an effort) and I have never noticed a “country” accent more. I don’t know how to emphasize how incredibly wrong it is.

Also what makes her music country? References to “country” things that exist everywhere. Trucks, screened in porch doors? (Before anyone says that 2010s country falls into the same trap a lot, yes it does rely on the singers’ real accents to label it as country)

[bambi-kinos]

To what extend do you think Paul’s nostalgia is a trick for publicity? ☕️

Most of it. Or rather I think it's a double edged sword where he gets to control what the public sees (by repeating a bunch of the same stories) and then he gets to enjoy some nostalgia of his very own. It's like when he tells the story of John liking "Here There and Everywhere." He'll mess up the setting from time to time but

1) a reliable story to associate his name with fuzzy feelings and good music

2) It does some image repair work for John so that instead of the weird amalgamation that exists now, Paul gets to present John as a good guy who liked good music and liked Paul and had gentle moments of tenderness.

I think the nostalgia is true or at least Paul is telling an accurate surface level version of his nostalgic memories. He knows his memories are not in great shape so he's also purposefully keeping them light because it has been sixty years, there's no way he can keep the details straight after that long. Paul's primary purpose with these stories IMO is to reset the narrative so that The Beatles are no longer associated with a painful and vicious break up anymore, but rather the love he remembers from being four guys on an adventure.

I don't think Paul is doing what Taylor Swift did with Tom Hiddleston where she and him fabricated a 5 day relationship or whatever complete with photoshoots to distract people from...whatever was going on, God, I'm not a Swiftie so I don't know. (Was it the Kanye diss track thing?) Like, it's very common for celebrities to just...lie lol they will just lie and make up stories for the press. I don't think Paul lies more than he has to, like watching him in Beatles 64 there's a whole minute where he's just bent over a table of his photographs and he's giving John the biggest softest googly eyes ever. That's not fake! He's genuine about that.

Otoh lol. Yes, Paul is 100% using the nostalgia as a marketing tactic. Ringo does it too a little bit, I attended one of his All Starr Band concerts in Vegas and he sang "I'm The Greatest" there! And it was great! But something very interesting I noticed was that he said "my friend John wrote this song for me..." and that got a lot "awwws ;____;" from the ladies in the audience (including me!) And that was absolutely a calculated move from Ringo. It's not as cynical as I'm making it out to be but otoh you know what I mean right? Like Ringo and Paul are sincere about adoring George and John but they're also perfectly willing to mix that into their public performances (on and off stage, in front and away from cameras) in order to get audience reactions. And no matter how wholesome it is, it's a form of manipulation.

Even The Beatles website does this to a certain extent, they're still carrying out Brian's vision of the Fab Four, a set of four musicians as a group, Do Not Separate. And we can feel the wholesome nostalgia that comes off that for sure and I think it's totally sincere from Paul and Ringo's corner. But it is also a marketing tactic.

I think there is a deeper edgier nostalgia that Paul doesn't reference very much, stuff like the mad partying in Hamburg, the Satyricon sex parties, Paul's Dirty Weekend with Linda and the "minstrel show" where he had two sex workers in two hotel rooms one White and one Black, etc. We don't hear about those things for a reason though I'm sure Paul and Ringo both still look back very fondly on that stuff.

It's also a certainty that Paul is sending out stories into the ether that he doesn't actually feel very strongly about but still play well for the audience. I'm not sure which ones they are honestly but other people would have opinions on it.

What's interesting is how seamless Paul is about blending his nostalgia with marketability. Where other celebs have to manufacture moments and conflicts, Paul has lived such a vivid life that he doesn't have to do that. He has plenty of material to draw from. And the fact that he's willing to flog it for publicity...it is something. Not sure I'd call it a power move but it is a move. And it ties into a much larger discussion about media presentation, projected authenticity vs being real, that kind of thing.

What Paul does is actually much more similar to Current Year vtubers then other celebrities. Vtubers have very personal connections with their streaming audiences while projecting an incomplete version of their personality through the webcamera. The logic in Hollywood and the music industry has always been that you have to create and project an image with very little regard for your actual personality and preferences.

The Beatles on the other hand did what vtubers do and they created an image that was based out of their lives and experiences which is what generated that feeling of authenticity that we responded to. Paul never denied being a ladies man for example. The ladykiller image is present as early as 1965 and was satirized in Help! with his come-ons to Ahme. He just never talked about the fact that he was boinking 12 women in a night because it was indecent, otherwise it was publicly known that he dated a lot.

The contrast to that is the manufactured images of many celebrities and now e-celebs with the rise of Youtube. Mr. Beast is in big trouble because he presented himself as a wholesome children's entertainer with whacky Youtube challenges but then oops it turns out he's friends with a lolicon who showed porn to teenagers in a discord server. There's a complete disconnect between Mr. Beast's image and his actual personality where he's not wholesome at all and instead hires sex offenders.

Paul and The Beatles themselves are completely different from that. We don't get the entire truth from Paul's nostalgia (which he is flogging because of his bottomless need for attention and for money) but he is willing to share a snapshot into his life that he thinks we can accept.

[foxes-that-run]

NEVER GO OUT OF STYLE

Harry Styles Proclaimed His Enduring Love for Taylor Swift’s “22” During a Concert

Years after breaking up with Taylor Swift, Styles is (understandably) still quite a fan of the bop.

by Steph Eckardt March 22, 2018 W magazine (x)

Harry Styles Tour Opener at The Masonic Auditorium

Remember “22” by Taylor Swift, the seminal pop song released long before the singer declared herself dead and started out hanging in bathtubs full of millions of dollars’ worth of diamonds? Of course you do—the song was such an omnipresent bop at the time that chances are you know the words to at least the chorus. Still, it doesn’t seem to have been at the forefront of most people’s minds, since it came out in 2012, but those select few notably happen to include Harry Styles, who’s still publicly showcasing his love for the song years later.

While onstage as part of his Copenhagen tour this week, Styles decided to give a birthday shout-out to one of his fans. He then asked how old she was, and then tried to guess in an extremely strange, apparently self-aware voice of what fans would speculate from his making a reference to his ex: “22?” Apparently deciding to just go for it, he briefly launched into a verse from the single’s chorus: “I don’t know about you, but I’m feeling…” (Though the crowd burst into cheers, his cover unfortunately abruptly ended after that.

This isn’t the first time Styles publicly expressed his approval of the song: He also threw his fans into a frenzy on his 22nd birthday back in 2016, again making a direct reference to it by tweeting simply, “I don’t know about you, but I’m feeling 22.”

His love for the song may seem a bit awkward, given that he and Swift dated from October of 2012 to January of 2013, a relationship most memorably memorialized in the paparazzi photos documenting their extremely public walk in Central Park. Since then, Styles has been the much-rumored subject of at least three songs on her subsequent album, 1989, including the not so subtly named “Style.” None are particularly bitter about their subject, though Swift did seem to express some of her not-so-positive memories of their fling when she once performed “Out of the Woods,” telling the crowd that it was about a relationship in which “the number-one feeling” she felt was anxiety. “Because it felt very fragile, it felt very tentative. And it always felt like, ‘Okay, what’s the next roadblock? What’s the next thing that’s gonna deter this? How long do we have before this turns into just an awful mess and we break up? Is it a month? Is it three days?'”

That sounds difficult, but it’s also not the worst reason for a relationship to end. And while he professed to not knowing for sure whether they were about him, in 2017, Styles told Rolling Stone that he’s “well aware” that “Style” and “Out of the Woods” are considered to be about their relationship, and that he’s, in fact, glad she wrote them. “I write from my experiences; everyone does that. I’m lucky if everything [we went through] helped create those songs. That’s what hits your heart. That’s the stuff that’s hardest to say, and it’s the stuff I talk least about,” he said.

Whether they’re about him isn’t even his biggest concern about the songs: “The issue is, she’s so good, they’re bloody everywhere,” he added, even continuing his praise when pressed: “She doesn’t need me to tell her they’re great. They’re great songs…It’s the most amazing unspoken dialogue ever.” He even thanked Swift for writing them: “In writing songs about stuff like that, I like tipping a hat to the time together. You’re celebrating the fact it was powerful and made you feel something, rather than ‘this didn’t work out, and that’s bad.’ And if you run into that person, maybe it’s awkward, maybe you have to get drunk…but you shared something. Meeting someone new, sharing those experiences, it’s the best shit ever. So thank you.”

Getting back to the present, Thea, the birthday girl who prompted the homage, afterward tweeted about the experience to her 20 or so followers. She also retweeted an extremely strange mash-up her friend made replacing Swift’s “22” with Styles’ extremely oddly voiced one that is definitely worth the six-second watch—even, it seems, for Styles and Swift, too.

[jkenvs3000w25]

Blog Seven: Where is music in nature? Where is nature in music?

Upon reading this prompt, I immediately think of birds singing. It is very fascinating to understand that each and every single species of bird has its own unique call. Some birds have loud and short chirps, while others have quiet and long chirps.  

With this prompt I am taken back to several years ago to when I visited my cousin in Whitby, Ontario in the early springtime. My cousin and I visited Lynde shores, which is a piece of protected land along the shore of Lake Ontario. While walking through this piece of protected land, there were several species of birds which we encountered. Geese, blue jays, chickadees and cardinals are only a few of the avian species which caught my eye. I remember feeding the chickadee's out of the palm of my hand.  

Do you have a favoruite species of bird? If so, have you ever had the opportunity to feed that avian species with your hands?  

Upon writing about my previous experiences with chickadees, I am reminded of various encounters at my cottage where I could hear the family of loon’s communicating to one another. When you start to think about it, there really is music everywhere in nature!  

If you take a second to really think (beyond birds) there really are plenty of examples of music in nature.  

For instance, it might be the sound of the chipmunk as they call to their mate or taunt your dogs after they have tried to capture said chipmunk. Additionally, it could be the sound of the waves crashing against the rocky shore of your lake house on Lake Ontario.  

Just as music is everywhere in nature, nature is also everywhere in music.  

Most of the music we listen to is inspired by the nature around us. Just as Taylor Swift might have written various songs about heartbreak, there are dozens of other artists that have written about the environment around them.  

One of the most common environmental themes within music that I can think of is that of changing seasons. There are countless songs I can think of that express their change over time (and over the course of seasons). These songs make reference to leaves falling, which eventually became snow falling instead.  

One of the songs that takes me immediately back to a natural landscape is ‘Somewhere only we know” by Keane. I originally heard this song when watching a Grey’s Anatomy episode and immediately fell in love with it. The song tells the story of two people walking through a forest and knowing an exclusive spot. Only the two of these individuals know this exclusive spot (it is hidden to everyone else). This spot, in the forest, is a testament to their love for one another. A place where only the two of them are aware of. A place where they can freely love one another. This takes me back to a forest in Guelph where my partner and I had walked through. Eventually, we found ourselves very deep in the woods. There were various man-made structures and wildlife. I remember seeing a deer in the distance. I think of this song every time I pass this forest in Guelph because it reminds me of the place that only “we” know. “We” being my partner and me.  

[pinkheart22]

TAYLOR SWIFT'S BEJEWELED VIDEO FIRST STOP IS ON LEVEL 1

Taylor swift enters the elevator and clicks 3, but when she first gets off it is NOT Speak Now looking on that level

Its sparkly and jewels everywhere

the first thing i notice is that she is collecting all her jewels/ album colors. this seems to be the level 1, or her debut era, taylor swift. before she moves up the levels she stopped here, and probably pressed 1 before we saw her press 3

You can also see her eye makeup is blue / green

which is very much her debut, Taylor Swift Era

furthering this theory if you watch as the elevator lights go up as she re-enters the elevator from the sparkling level, the colors start lighting up from LEVEL 2, showing she was not at 3 yet.

All the jewels on level 1 are Taylor Swift. She is the albums. They are her. Which is why they attach to her.

BUT, also interesting when she takes the CLOAK OF INVISIBILITY off (harry potter reference since shes mentioned she collecting her albums like horcruxes) And because in the basement she was invisible to the rest of the world shes reclaiming herself.

The cloak's inside lining changes a Purple color probably hinting to Speak Now Taylors Version in the lining of the cloak. THEN changes to a light blue hinting at 1989 Taylors Version being next??? Also kind of looks like a pile of snakes at first too. Its probably the lighting but maybe intentional that the colors of her boots change too with the cloak color change. Let me know what you think

@taylorswift @taylornation

posted oct 25 2024

[madeofcc]

➯ Simblr question (not of the day hihi):

↳ Do you have real life faceclaims for your OCs? Share them with us ❥ ҉ (If you dont have an OC, pick a sim you liked the most) feel free to ignore this ask if you dont want to reply for any motive ೃ ✦ ✧ ask round!

Hey nonny :) Thanks a lot for this ask ! I actually never really thought about it, except for Destiny but I took some time for you and here we go ... DH3 perfect cast if it could be real :

Want to know why ? Read below the cut !

Destiny / Zendaya : I always pictured Destiny in my mind as a mix between Rue in Euphoria/Ellie from The Last of Us and Buffy the vampire slayer. Zendaya would obviously be the perfect actress to be Destiny.

Aïssa / Angelica Ross : I highly recommend you to watch Pose and American Horror Story to see her at her best ! She really has a powerfull energy and a lot of style. Though she's a bit older for the character, she would totally slay.

Leïla / Camélia Jordana or Lyna Khoudri : Both of these artists are french and arabic and both of them can be as sweet as super badass so they would be the perfect choice.

Milo / Logan Lerman or younger Jake Gyllenhaal : Both of them have brown hair and bright eyes. Also, totally random but I wouldn't mind seeing them be a gay man :p Jake did it already perfectly once so ...

Hiro and Renji / Manny Jacinto : I know he's not even japanese (but does Hollywood really care ?) but I really love how sweet and tough he can be. So perfect for the both of them.

Chloe / Nicola Coughlan : I know we see her a lot because of Bridgerton lately (and good for her !) but I discovered her talent watching Derry Girl and Barbie and she's absolutly perfect everytime !

Mindy / Jenna Ortega : I actually wanted Mindy to look like Jenna because I couldn't picture someone else for this part. Jenna has become a new horror queen and I can't wait to see what she'll do next. One of my favourite actress from this generation.

Julia / Taylor Swift Reputation mode : I always pictured Julia as Taylor's evil representation of herself. This image actually really amuse me and I wanted to play with the "perfect highschool bitch" archetype for the best of the story. Also, Taylor would totally slay in this part. I forgot to include Emma Robert as Chanel Oberlin in Scream Queens, main reference for Julia's mind and behaviour !

Paul / Glenn Powell as Chad Radwell in Scream Queens : If Julia is Chanel then her boyfriend must be Chad right ? So Paul is basically based on this character but with a sweeter and cleverer side I guess this time :p

And that's all for now I guess :) Thanks a looot for asking ! I will give you more lore about DH3 because I put a lot of references everywhere

[lordofthecheese]

Okay so my thought prosses is not scientifical at all but I've noticed that a lot of the F1 girlies are also swifties? Like, of course they're everywhere but out of all the fandoms I've been F1 is the one that makes the most references to Taylor Swift.

[natashacibeli]

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Como Ser Feliz No Inverno?

Ou pelo menos fazer parte dele...

⚠️🇺🇸 There is an English translation below!!!

Introdução —

Querido leitor, convenhamos que o inverno é uma época, digamos, um tanto quanto "triste". O céu está a derramar lágrimas por toda parte, e queremos nos sentir um pouco mais "quentinhos" nesse momento, ou seja, incluídos. Pensando nisso, trouxe músicas e um filme que irão te ajudar a sentir esse "sentimento", chamado inverno, mais forte.

Música —

Na minha vasta experiência com a música, posso dizer, sem sombras de dúvidas, que os dois melhores álbuns para se ouvir no inverno são nada mais, nada menos, que "folklore" e "evermore" da cantora e compositora Taylor Swift.

Lançados ambos no ano de 2020, estes álbuns misturam sentimentos semelhantes ao de uma chuva no meio da madrugada, sentimentos que vão da Lua até Saturno, sentimentos que não podem ser tolerados.

Ambos estão disponíveis em qualquer plataforma de áudio, mas você também pode ouvir e assistir aos clipes únicos de cada álbum, denominados "cardigan" e "willow", gratuitamente no YouTube, canal de Swift.

Clique nos nomes em negrito e você será direcionado para os sites!

Filme —

Não posso falar de inverno sem falar da obra-prima chamada La La Land.

O longa foi lançado em janeiro de 2017, dirigido pelo cineasta e roteirista Damien Chazelle. Conta a história de Sebastian (Ryan Gosling), um pianista, e Mia (Emily Stone), uma atriz, que se apaixonam perdidamente. É um filme musical romântico de 2h e 8m, que arrecadou aproximadamente 472 milhões de dólares mundiais. Sua dinâmica faz referência aos sentimentos com as estações do ano.

Você pode encontrar para assistir nas plataformas de streaming: Star+, Amazon Prime Video e Telecine. Mas também pode alugar: YouTube ou Google Play Filmes e Tv.

Assista ao trailer do filme aqui!

Conclusão —

Estes podem não ser os conteúdos mais felizes, porém, posso lhes garantir, queridos leitores, que é a melhor vibração de todas!

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— Carinhosamente, Natasha Cibeli.

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How to Be Happy in Winter?

Or at least be part of it...

⚠️🇧🇷 Tem uma tradução para português acima!!!

Introduction —

Dear reader, let's face it, winter is, let's say, a somewhat "sad" time. The sky is shedding tears everywhere, and we want to feel a little warmer at that moment, that is, included. With that in mind, I brought songs and a film that will help you feel this "feeling", called winter, stronger.

Music —

In my vast experience with music, I can say, without a shadow of a doubt, that the two best albums to listen to in winter are nothing else, nothing less than "folklore" and "evermore" by singer-songwriter Taylor Swift.

Both released in 2020, these albums mix feelings similar to rain in the middle of the night, feelings that range from the Moon to Saturn, feelings that cannot be tolerated.

Both are available on any audio platform, but you can also listen and watch unique clips from each album, called "cardigan" and "willow", for free on Swift's YouTube channel.

Click on the names in bold and you will be directed to the websites!

Film —

I can't talk about winter without mentioning the masterpiece called La La Land.

The film was released in January 2017, directed by filmmaker and screenwriter Damien Chazelle. It tells the story of Sebastian (Ryan Gosling), a pianist, and Mia (Emily Stone), an actress, who fall madly in love. It is a 2h 8m romantic musical film, which grossed approximately 472 million dollars worldwide. Its dynamics make reference to feelings such as seasons.

You can find it to watch on streaming platforms: Star+, Amazon Prime Video and Telecine. But you can also rent: YouTube or Google Play Movies and TV.

Watch the film trailer here!

Conclusion —

This may not be the happiest content, however, I can assure you, dear readers, that it is the best vibe ever!

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— Affectionately, Natasha Cibeli.

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[purplesurveys]

1963

What was the last gift you received? My core group and I had our *very delayed* Christmas party last night – I got a Koya plushie from Angela and Hans + a Koya night light as well as Indigo and Wootteo keychains from Reena :)

Side note that I will only ever share here: I actually already have the exact same night light already – I had bought it from Vietnam, lol. But I was careless with the one I bought because I had constantly left it on until the battery ran out, so Reena getting it for me as a gift is nevertheless perfect :)

Ten years ago, who was your best friend? Are you still best friends now? My best friends were Sofie and Angela. I'm still extremely close with Angela – Sofie's since migrated to London but even before that we haven't really kept in touch anymore. We have an extremely low-maintenance friendship...in the way that we aren't in each other's circles, and haven't been for years, but we'll always think fondly of each other; and also in the way that if we want to have a reunion while the 3 of us happen to be in the same area at the same time, we would.

What are some of your comfort foods? Has to be some sort of noodles (I can do Korean ramyeon, Japanese ramen, Indonesian mie goreng, Filipino Pancit Canton...you name it I'll slurp it lol)...SUSHI, I also always look for sushi...and because Yabu is my favorite, my go-to is usually katsu with rice.

What's something that's very popular, that you have no interest in? The pop girls like Sabrina Carpenter, Charli XCX, Taylor Swift, Chappell Roan. It can be pretty exhausting encountering their names or any references to them everywhere I look. The only one I can kind of let pass is Olivia Rodrigo and that's because of her Filipino card lol

What's something that many people would consider to be lame, but you don't? Rhythm games, K-pop, studying history, pro wrestling, and being a cultural tourist over being a city/shopping tourist.

Have you ever lost your house key? I have, twice. The first time it must have really just fallen somewhere in campus because I had no idea I didn't have it on me anymore until I was right in front of my house (lol).

Second time happened just a month ago and that was a clusterfuck of me losing both my car key and house key. It's too complicated to tell the play-by-play because around 752 things happened that day in my process of trying to find both keys – but the ending is that I lost them forever, my car had to be left alone in some parking lot for 3 days, and I had to get duplicates for both keys.

How would you describe your clothing style? It's a mix of different influences, honestly. I'm not a big clothes shopper to begin with, so I just end up being a lovechild of 1) whatever my favorites are wearing at the moment, and 2) whatever's otherwise trending.

The last time you were in a line, what were you waiting for? I was at Zara getting a gift card for Hans.

What's your favorite city in your own country? Sagada :) Vigan is also great.

What's your favorite city in another country? That I've been to, probably Da Nang. As much as I dreaded going there, Fukuoka ended up being fantastic too. That I've yet to visit, Chicago.

Are there any very common foods/drinks that you pretty much never consume? Soda's a big one. People are also usually shocked, almost to the point of offense, when they find out I can skip shrimp. I love seafood, but I had shrimp so much as a kid that I grew sick of it. It tastes great and would still eat it any day any time – I just wouldn't be as enthusiastic compared to, say, if there's oysters or crab on the table as well.

I also don't really like beef! I only eat it as steak. Any other ways of cooking it...I can skip. It's pork > chicken > seafood > beef for me.

What kind of device are you taking this survey on? My laptop. I imagine it'd be pretty draining trying to take these on a phone, haha.

What's the most expensive thing you own? Uhhhh probably my phone or my work laptop.

When was the last time you had a package delivered, and what was it? I've never arranged a package for delivery, but the last time I received something was I think last Thursday when my Happy albums arrived.

Do you typically respond to text messages right away? Depends on the person. I will respond immediately to people I like. If it's something about work and if it's not urgent, it can wait.

What has been the highlight of this past month? Ending up enjoying my trip to Japan. I had been very anxious about it to the point of going quiet in the days of leading up to it, and snapping at anyone who tried to talk to me, as it was technically a work thing (albeit a company incentive, but still related to work) and knowing my nonexistent relationship with my co-workers I just didn't know how it was going to pan out.

The first day was rough as I was still trying to figure out what the dynamics were going to be...but when I soon became acquainted to the fact that they were also gonna get cliqueish over there and when I realized that I just wasn't gonna get their humor, it became a lot easier to just embrace the trip the way I personally would. If it meant I'd walk faster than they did, I went ahead. If it meant I'd go to a museum on my own because everyone else in the group thinks it's lame and boring, then I went to a museum. In other words, I let go of trying to fit in and enjoyed the rest of the ride for myself.

It also didn't help that they were quite loud wherever we went and laughed as if they were still in the Philippines heh...so I just distanced myself a little bit since I like being a quiet observer/tourist. Oh and because I was a little embarrassed, to be frank.

Has anyone ever assumed you were flirting with them, when you weren't? I don't think this has happened, no.

What types of stores do you enjoy browsing? Bookstores, shoe brands, and niche knickknacks.

Did your parents spoil you when you were a kid? We weren't rich by any means but my parents did give in to me relatively more than my siblings whenever I wanted something. I think it's part I had good grades anyway, and part I've always been the most vocal among me and my siblings and typically didn't shy away from asking for items I wanted.

Would you rather watch a movie in the theater, or at home? Cinema. I used to prefer watching them at home, but after watching around 5 movies in the cinema last year that's when I realized that I only preferred the house because I never used to go to the cinemas lol. Being in the theater is cool! The seats are comfy! The movie becomes a real-time shared experience with people! The snacks somehow taste better too!

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not a gaylor but i also don't know why but travis+taylor seems sooooooo fake to me???

and neither of these people need it so again i'm left like whaaa???

but something about it just seems soo not genuine and idk overplayed? maybe it's the attention that they get (which is mostly not their fault but sometimes i don't get how taylor can be so private in some situations then have papwalks that conveniently all make her and her friend of the night look good)

and i don't dislike her for it cause kudos to her for knowing what narrative she does want to partake in but idk maybe i see too much celebrity theories on the interwebs

I don't think it's fake in that I do believe they are genuinely dating, but I don't think it's much of a conspiracy theory to also acknowledge that they're no doubt well aware of how they can work the publicity of it all. and whilst people are always like "she doesn't need a man to be famous!" or whatever, obviously it's not about being more famous but there's still a clear benefit — leading up to an album drop there's photos and articles of her everywhere (because we all know that relationship gossip gets more engagement than any other celeb news), most of which frame her as cool/fun/hot/aspirational and also plenty of which will incorporate promo (like how articles will bulk out their content with a mention of 1989tv coming out soon or refer to her as like "the shake it off hitmaker"), plus there's a bit of image management following all the bad press from matty — a lot of people were very critical of her for that (and imo the way it was handled was a whole mess too) but now if anyone looks back at the tour the memorable guy who she invited to shows and shouted out on stage is going to be travis instead. then the benefits for him are obvious (suddenly people outside of nfl fans care about him and his podcast — at the start of the year I'd never heard of him and now I know which drinks company he invested in because we conveniently saw taylor drink it).

like you say I don't dislike her for it, I just think ultimately when the clear choice is made to be so public that does mean there's an interplay between taylor (girl who's smitten with her new guy) and the Taylor Swift brand that she and her team project