#and it's like taylor swift isn't even just pop but ok

[toddandersonn]

Gonna be honest, I think getting annoyed that someone is headcanoning your blorbo as a Swiftie is loser behavior

[thelilylav]

Hmmm... very interesting to me that Taylor Swift is trending rn and yet for some reason no one in that tag is complaining that her trending is taking away from what's going on in Palestine and what's happening in Rafah. And yet for some reason, people couldn't seem to shut up in the Kendrick Lamar tag when he was trending about how the whole beef was just two celebrities beef (it's much deeper than that) and were making up theories abt how the whole thing was taking attention away from Palestine and everyone talking about it should feel ashamed of themselves (every single account I saw in that tag was posting about Palestine too).

And the thing that's really getting me is that Taylor is trending bc of a change to the Eras tour. An objectively unimportant change to make, especially when compared to what's going on in Rafah. But that's not what gets hate, no, it's the predator getting called out in an industry known for exploitation by one of the biggest artists in said industry. The racism isn't even implicit atp...

Edit: ok so just to clarify no this wasn't meant to insinuate that Taylor trending was some setup of Israel (that's just... like objectively wrong lmao), it was to point out that when it comes to a black artist in hip hop (a predominantly non-white genre) people wouldn't let fans of said genre just enjoy the music and shenanigans happening in that genre and that's it's hypocritical to act like people can't care abt two things at once, but they can enjoy their white "feminist icon" pop star (a much whiter genre) without anyone bringing hate into that tag. like i put in the tags, the anti taylor tag is for filtering bc i honestly don't see this post as particularly negative for taylor swift, it's a critique of the fans. and i'm calling out swifties particularly bc the ones who were saying that the beef was manufactured to take eyes off of rafah were swifties, and the ones being racist in the kendrick tag were swifties. i'm not exaggerating like almost every hate post i saw mentioning the beef being manufactured was a swiftie account. it is weird to act like people caring about very serious allegations happening in a genre of music isn't reason enough to make a big deal of the situation and go INTO THE TAG and complain, but it is especially hypocritical and frankly quite infuriating to see the same people who complained about a big deal of a situation being a "distraction" from gaza and then blog abt taylor swift . it's fine if u want to blog abt music u like, honestly idc abt that, if that's all u do then this legit isn't targeted at u, this is targeted at the swifties who came into the kendrick tag to complain and then went back to talking abt swift two seconds later like they weren't doing the same thing they were complaining abt two minutes before. (sry for the long explanation, but i just don't want ppl taking my words out of context and i rlly tried to word this all clearly, but idk man sometimes u think u word something well and then nobody undrestands wtf u were on abt so i wanted to make sure it was clear) also, if you're a zionist or israel supporter, i will be blocking u if u interact with this post. ok ty bye bye

[olderthannetfic]

This is a rant that is going to end in a question that I genuinely want the answer to.

I've recently seen (in the past year or so) an uptick in people online using the word "delusional" casually or as an insult. Worse even than that, "delulu" which I believe originated on Tiktok or Twitter (likely places for ableism to come from, yeah, fork found in kitchen etc etc). The only people I really see calling this behavior out are, you guessed it, actually delusional or psychotic people.

Typically it's thrown around to describe someone's "weird" or "chronically online" beliefs. Like using it to talk about reality shifters or RPF shippers who think their ship is actually together or etc. And, like, while I don't disagree that spiritual psychosis or "the belief that someone is sending me signals via social media" are real actual delusional behaviors/can lead to actual delusions, I really don't think that believing you can shift to Hogwarts to see Draco or that you have a mental connection to the Stranger Things universe or that Taylor Swift is queer and flagging via music videos really fits the criteria for spiritual psychosis or erotomania or what have you *in itself* - meaning if you live an otherwise normal life and only get out of touch with reality when you're on #MaraudersTok or r/LarryStylinson, you're likely not delusional, or at least not delusional enough for it to impact your functionality.

So, that begs the question, WHY? Why use delusional to describe stupid chronically online drama? Like, I'm being genuine, I truly do want to know why. Are these people misusing/misunderstanding what the word delusional means? Are they armchair diagnosing? Do they think these people are actually experiencing psychosis, and if so, why are they using said diagnosis as an insult or as part of their moral flaws? Why are they so bothered and obsessed with someone else's "delusion", especially when the delusion in question isn't hurting them and is just a stupid thing like thinking that some random celeb is about to hard launch their coming out or that they can teleport to a fictional world?

(also, PLEASE, I know it sounds like I have specific beef with shifters or gay rpf truthers, I DON'T, nor am i necessarily 'defending' these communities, 'cuz i know they do have actual issues outside of just being cringe or whatever. I don't want gaylor shift malfoy snapewives discourse, i want "why are you using a psychotic disorder to describe these fringe fandom communities" discourse, and in the circles i run in that's just the type of people who are described as delusional the most - I know that the overall issue runs much deeper, I just figured Id ask a fandom blog why the word is so prevelant in fandoms, especially in specific "types" of fandoms)

Like, I'm not looking for an argument of "it's ok to use delusional so casually" or "yeah i agree it's so fucked up that people throw that word around :/" all i want is an honest and concise answer of WHY delusional has become the Hot New Armchair Diagnosis For Weird People On TikTok or whatever.

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Lots of words get used with a colloquial definition and people aren't really thinking about their technical meaning.

K-pop fandom. Blame them.

[your-average-teenage-mess]

Ok but can we stop saying "just another flavor of basic" about everything people like that is outside the mainstream? Like, no, liking Taylor Swift is not actually equally as conformist behavior as liking Will Wood. This isn't to say that one makes you a better person than the other, or that the two are mutually exclusive categories of human beings, but being interested in the music made by someone who tries to thematically express what it feels like to go through socially stigmatized experiences without attempting to sanitize them is not, in fact, "just doing the same thing with a different subculture" as enjoying the catchy pop of a blonde girl who sings about her breakups. The latter is not illegitimate. You're not bad for wanting to have fun, or for finding specific discussions of commonly-talked-about experiences to be relatable. And I don't even think that "just being a different flavor of basic" is an entirely pointless concept- it can definitely be applied to how some alternative music scenes act (I'm not gonna name any names, but goth and emo know who they are). But I just think that applying it across the board without distinction is just reductive. Like, have you considered people might actually mean things when they say words?

[judasgot-it]

Tachihara x Reader

Scenario: You get a ride home with Tachihara after attending a company party. On the way back, you decide to attend a shitty pop-up carnival

I had this in my drafts for like over 2 months so I just wanted to like, finally finish it. I think it's silly and idk not the best, still figuring out how to write Tachihara TBH but I think he's a cutie patootie.

Side note this is like 3500 words ?? it's kinda long for tumblr but ima upload it anyway

As the secretary of the Hunting Dogs, you were unfortunately forced to attend their company parties.

If there was someone else in your department, you would have loved to complain to them about how this was 'unfair' and a 'worker's violation' as you were not even being paid to attend these.

Off the clock.

But no one else was dumb enough to take this job, so you were the only person in your department. Seriously, you did the paperwork for 5 people.

The dental was amazing, though.

But that left you as the only 'sane' person forced to witness the antics of the Hunting Dogs while they were drunk. Really, you forced to watch them sober, since you couldn't ever get more than a drink in before the drinking contest began.

You would think Tecchou would be better than this but as of now, he was doing karaoke with the commander while Teruko was laughing at...nothing. She was somehow standing though, which was better than Fukuchi who was shirtless and kneeling on the floor while singing whatever song was playing.

You could barely tell what it was, it might've been Taylor Swift. He seemed...passionate.

If you had to hear whatever sad song it was all night you were going to make your ears bleed.

Although thankfully, you had a backup plan. You couldn't drive - your car was destroyed in a recent bombing attack, so you were lucky that your bed for tonight was your desk.

Which was on the other side of the building, probably far enough away to at least let you sleep quietly.

You could probably get away with it. No one here would notice.

So you took your snacks - which were probably the best thing about these parties, and left for what would be your bedroom

Exiting the room, you could see now that it was quiet and kind of terrifying - a liminal space.

The hallway was now darker than it should have been, settled in an uneasy quiet. The lights above your head had sobered you up quickly, as you walked away from the room, leaving the sounds of laughter and screaming.

You felt something warm pull your shoulder to look behind you. The reaction you had might have been dramatic.

"Are you ok? You aren't scared are you?"

Tachihara was there, smiling as he looked perfectly sober - he didn't even smell of any alcohol, holding a juice box instead.

Now you felt a real fear coursing through your veins. He was going to say something, wasn't he?

"No, I was just heading out."

You weren't shaken easily - unsettled yes, but not truly scared.

"Do you want a ride home?" He said it with a genuine smile, not knowing the genuine terror that was running through your veins right now.

You really did care about Tachihara, as he was probably the most normal member of the Hunting Dogs, but there was one flaw you could not get around.

He drove a motorcycle. You hated motorcycles.

It was nothing short of terrifying every time you saw him riding it, let alone the thought of you getting on it. How could you? It was nothing short of a death trap.

There were no seatbelts either, there was just too much that could possibly kill you.

"No that's ok. I didn't plan on going home anyway, I was going to sleep in my office."

It sounded weird saying it outloud, but you were not going to let him take you on a ride on his deathtrap.

Tachihara just blinked.

"Really? Isn't it closed off still for cleaning?"

Oh. Right.

"Then the lounge. I can manage. Seriously, don't worry about me, just get yourself home, ok? I don't want to be a bother when it's so late."

You tried to sound serious, but Tachihara was still a man that had major flaws. His right now? Being too kind.

A good flaw, but a painful one to fight.

"No it's ok, you aren't a bother. Seriously, your house isn't far off from mine, it'd be very quick I swear."

He was earnest, already leading you in the opposite direction of where you were originally going. You decided not to fight it.

Home was better than a dirty floor anyway, so why not?

You let him guide you to where his vehicle of death was waiting, accepting your fate.

It would be a short ride, so you would just have to suffer through it for only a little bit. That's what you told yourself.

"Oh, Jouno! What are you doing out here?"

Oh god oh please no.

Just at your greatest inconvenience, you found Jouno outside the building, right in front of the parking lot, sitting right at the smoker's bench. His white head of hair peaked from underneath the overhang, nearly impossible to ignore.

"Oh, Tachihara. Are you heading home?"

"Yeah, I was bringing Y/n home too. Do you need a ride? I can't help but notice you're sitting here by yourself..."

Tachihara was too kind. You were already forced to accept his offer, but please, Jouno could take care of himself-

"Tachihara have I ever told you that you're one of the only people I respect on the team?"

Jouno had gotten up, strolling over to where the two of you stood underneath the light. You hated this. Jouno definitely was going to tease you about how scared you were, which was not fun at all.

Also, how were three people going to fit on his bike? It wasn't exactly the biggest, and shoving you between two full-grown men didn't seem ideal.

"Are you sure we're all going to fit? I could just go back inside or call a ride."

You said this in hopes of maybe getting out of it one last time. Jouno just laughed.

"Aw, are you scared?"

Tachihara, the angel that he was, reached over and patted your shoulder.

"You'll have me and Jouno. Know I won't let anything happen to you - swear on it."

"You swear on what?"

Tachihara paused, contemplating his next words.

"Um...my sword."

You raised your eyebrow at him. He patted your shoulder again, trying to put your unease to rest.

"Let's just go."

Jouno walked ahead, towards what will be your sudden demise. You tried to stay calm following behind them as you saw the death trap in waiting.

Tachihara walked towards its side, taking the helmet he had let hang on its handlebar, and gently placed it on top of your head. You didn't bother fighting him, looking to the side as he fiddled with the clasps underneath your chin.

"You probably need this the most. Don't worry though, I'm a safe driver."

"It's not that - what if there's a drunk driver and they hit us? What if I fall off? What if we're all too heavy and we can't turn properly and we crash and explode?"

You felt a hand land on your shoulder as your heart pumped through your ears. Your fear was starting to overwhelm you.

"Don't be a pussy Y/n. Get on, I'd like to go home."

That was really reassuring. Thanks, Jouno.

You straightened up, holding your sandwiches closer to your chest. Tachihara sat on the bike, patting the seat behind him.

You got on, pressing your body behind Tachihara's. You didn't know what to do with your arms, so you just clutched your sandwiches. They were your sense of comfort right now.

"Y/n, you'll fall off if you don't hold onto something."

Oh. With one arm, you grabbed Tachihara's waist, trying your best to keep your head up and look forward.

"Scoot forward."

You felt Jouno sit behind you, pressing you closer against Tachihara. You felt his hand sneak around you, stealing from your sandwich bag. Bastard.

You swatted him away, trying not to fall off. It led to you leaning your full body on Tachihara, who was taking a long time to put his keys in the ignition.

"Did you forget how to drive Tachihara? I'm getting a little cold back here."

Jouno said this with a mouthful of your sandwich. He chastises manners but here he was, a thief and a brat.

"Who said you could have my sandwiches?"

"They aren't yours, know your place Y/n."

"You didn't even stay to eat any of them so shut up-"

The bike started, to Tachihara's joy. You felt the fear course back through your body again, but you didn't get to dwell on it it again as he only kicked back the leg and started bike, not giving you even a chance to adjust yourself.

You tried to hold your head up and stay strong, not show weakness - but the wind picking up around you and all you could do was bury your head behind Tachihara.

You heard Tachihara and Jouno begin a conversation but you didn't even acknowledge it, not even the sandwich stealing anymore as you held onto the man before you as if your life depended on it. Hopefully, his surgeries were enough to protect against your iron grip, as it was the only thing that made you truly feel safe.

The ride wasn't even a full 5 minutes but you felt like you were in hell that whole time. You'd think being pressed against two men like this would be more romantic but you didn't feel that way, instead feeling bile rise up in your throat every time you all turned.

"That stupid carnival is back in the city. I can smell it from all the way over here."

You perked up at that. Jouno had his head up, his hands loosely holding onto your waist - this type of ride really did seem normal to him, as he just looked out somewhere, eating his sandwich.

"Oh that seems fun. Do you wanna go? They stay open pretty late."

Jouno scoffed.

"No, they absolutely reek. I also happen to value my sleep, unlike some people." The people you assumed he was referring to were his teammates, who were most likely either passed out drunk or still singing their godawful karaoke.

"Why don't you and Y/n go, I know you absolutely love carnival rides, don't you Y/n?"

Your heart was speeding up. That was terrifying - you hated the idea of any of that.

"Who says I don't like my sleep either, Jouno?"

"I'd like to go! C'mon, it'd be fun! We can go on rides, maybe we'll even arrest someone!"

Tachihara was being so positive tonight. It was almost suspicious. It was tempting to say yes just because of his attitude alone, but there was that funny feeling in your stomach at the thought of it.

"But what if the ride breaks down and we all get crushed or fall out and die?"

You were simply being realistic.

"I'm a hunting dog, Y/n. I can handle something like that easily. Plus, if that happened Jouno would be there, right?"

"I'm not a chaperone for your little kiddie date. You can handle things by yourselves, the worst is just you guys getting scammed."

Finally, you'd stopped to drop off Jouno. He could've walked this distance, although maybe he had something to gain from the ride. Like your food, which was now all gone.

All you had left was an empty bag, the absolute prick that he was. He also left you a cold back, since you were squished between him and Tachihara during the duration of your ride. From his smirk, as he was walking away, waving goodbye to the two of you, he knew how agitated he had left you.

It made you pull yourself closer to Tachihara, trying to steal his body warmth in order to recoup what had been lost. Tachihara coughed, adjusting himself so the two of you could have more space on the bike.

"So? Let's go to the carnival."

It was a way to break the silence the two of you had fallen into. He said it was a confident smile, as if he practiced this in the mirror twenty times before. You simply nodded, not knowing how to reply.

He revved up the bike, heading in its direction. You didn't know what to say to get out of this, since a part of you did want to go.

It'd be like a fun date, even if you couldn't say that out loud.

"I'm scared of rollercoasters."

You told him honestly. You hoped he wouldn't judge you, seeing as he was a very earnest man.

"I figured. Don't worry, we'll conquer your fear tonight. Exposure therapy does wonders, and plus? I'll be there the entire time, so it's not like you'll be alone."

You said nothing, just holding his waist firmly. This seemed like a better idea than what you had originally planned for tonight, so why not? You could trust Tachihara.

He stopped the bike, in some lot a little walk away from the carnival. You could hear the pop music and screams coming from the place.

Turning towards you, he gave you a warm smile.

"If anything does happen, I'll be sure to protect you, ok?"

You handed him the helmet, giving him a smile. You did appreciate the gesture, as much as it was well-intentioned. That didn't stop you from not wanting to rip your own teeth out of your mouth as you got off the bike and forced yourself the walk towards the carnival, and not away.

"How expensive are these places anyway? I don't actually know if I have my wallet on me."

"Oh don't worry, we aren't paying."

Oh?

Tachihara turned towards you, a strange look on his face. One you would associate with Teruko or Jouno - a grin that typically held ill intentions.

Mischief.

What was this man dragging you into?

Well, turns out - dubiously legal activities.

Being a hunting dog had its perks. For one thing, his government ID assured him discounts everywhere he went. It was great when he went grocery shopping - you would know, you abused Fukuchi's credit card as a perk of your job.

Although telling the ticketing staff that he was 'inspecting' the rides, and would arrest anyone who didn't comply with his orders, hardly counted as getting a 'free' discount.

You were now forced to play along with this. You didn't even know Tachihara had such a cruel side to him, bullying a bunch of carnival workers who just wanted to get a paycheck by making fun of teenagers and out-of-touch men in their 40s.

It was a hard job to have, obviously.

The staff stalked the two of you as you walked in, giving you goosebumps. It didn't help that the two of you were still in your work clothes, really selling the 'government inspection' that the two of you were giving.

Although by the end of the night, you were expecting your clothing to probably need a good dry cleaning.

The fair wasn't bad - but you could smell vomit near some of the rides, and they looked suspiciously rusty. Clearly, this place was in tip-top shape. You just had to convince yourself that the Ferris wheel wasn't making suspicious creaking sounds every time it started up again.

You clearly were just a bit paranoid.

"So what should we ride first? I'm thinking we start small and then build our way up."

Tachihara had his hands on his hips, looking around for the best ride to start. He was being nice at least, giving you the illusion of choice now that you've gotten this far.

You were stuck. It didn't matter what you did, you were the idiot that agreed.

"I'm ok with that. I don't think the hand gliders look that bad, they seem pretty tame."

It also featured a seatbelt. And a big, nice, safety bar.

The best part? It was a two-seated ride. So if something happened on that ride, you knew that Tachihara would be there with you.

Tachihara smiled, as clearly, this would be a good night for him.

-

The night was going about as great as you expected it to. Although, you could even say a little better, even.

If this were a date, you might have kissed Tachihara by the end of it. You sure as hell owed him something at the very least, as he had now been your human cushion on several rides, preventing you from being crushed against the greasy metal as they began.

It was a good thing he was a hunting dog. Your body weight against his was nothing to him, although he still felt like complaining once and a while about how much pain you put his ribs in.

As if you were the one with the bright idea to go here.

If he died because you crushed him to death, it was entirely his fault and his fault alone.

"You know what we need to do?"

You watched as he pointed at the ferris wheel - one that loomed over the carnival, due to it's sheer height. Seriously, how tall was that thing?

"I mean...yeah."

There were no arguments against him here. You've gone on every other ride already - you've even ridden the carousel 3 times. Tachihara used the excuse that you were 'inspecting the ride' for imperfections.

You were starting to think he was serious at some point, when he spent 5 minutes grilling a poor fair worker about the importance of safety and on how rusty their bolts were.

There was no time to dwell on that though - Tachihara was smiling as he dragged you to the last stop at the carnival of doom.

"I heard some kid saying that from the top they could see the entire city. That sounds pretty cool, doesn't it?"

He was smiling ear to ear.

You couldn't deny that offer when he looked like that.

So with your head in your heart, you let yourself be dragged through the motions, letting it drop to your stomach as you watched the city fall below you as your body raised to the sky.

You tried to stay at ease even as you were slowly raised higher and higher into the sky, the cart you were sat in shaking back and forth more than you were comfortable with.

It made you scoot closer to Tachihara, squeezing him as if he were your lifeline. He might as well be, since his body would survive a fall at this height while yours would splatter.

"Look! You can see headquarters over there."

He was pointing outward, towards a rather dark spot of the city. But it was visible, which to you felt amazing.

Also terrifying.

You clutched his arm tighter. As insurance.

He was also incredibly warm - it was cold so high up, and unfortunately, your work uniform did not account for this. You were practically trying to melt into him due to how cold you were, but you still had some pride left. You would suffer a little, having your exposed skin go numb from the cold.

"Hey, Y/n. I wanna tell you something."

"Are you going to kiss me?"

It was the perfect moment for it, really. You couldn't blame him. Everything was screaming that this was a "how I met your mother" moment anyway.

"What? Sorry. Um. No. Just-"

Tachihara looked at you, red in the face. He pushed you into his chest, holding you tight. If you squeaked, that was between you, him and the ferris wheel.

"I think I like you."

You blinked. Your hands were awkwardly held up around Tachihara, not knowing where to go. You could feel him awkwardly fidgeting with the fabric on your shoulders in your silence, as you tried to figure out a way to respond.

The ferris wheel creaked in the silence, keeping the two of you alone up top, watching the city.

"Um. I like you too, Tachihara."

You put your hands on his waist, feeling just below his ribcage. He was skinny for a guy, but you could still feel his strength.

"But how much?"

"How much?"

"How much do you like me?"

You huffed, gripping his uniform shirt and pulling him away. His eyes were almost wet with worry as he looked at you, trying to discern what you meant by your words. Fucking idiot.

"Enough to deal with this. And enough to want to kiss you."

You cupped his cheeks with your hands, looking him dead in his honey eyes. His gaze was dead set, looking right at you, not even at the city that was behind you.

"Kiss me. I'm not asking again."

You closed your eyes and waited until you felt his cold lips press against yours, finally obliging your order. It was all enough to distract you from how your stomach dropped at the thought of being so high up in the air, as now your stomach was dropping at his hands reaching down to touch your waist, his knees knocking against yours as he tried to pull you closer.

[jewishbarbies]

the way swifties will go out of their way to put down women (esp POC women recently) in order to hype up Taylor is appalling.

For example,the Camila Belle situation is so frustrating because swifties either refuse to acknowledge that an actual person was referenced in better than revenge or they harass her to be ok with it, as if being sl*tshamed by Taylor swift is a badge of honor (hypocritical considering her reputation and how "there's a special place in hell for women who don't support other women"). Taylor has MASSIVE influence- ofc camila doesn't want to accept her mistreatment, but swifties ofc will be delusional. Who even cares about one lyric being changed?? It's 10 seconds, just listen to the song and be done with it.

Also regarding ice spice, when her collab with Taylor came out, swifties were ragging on ice spice and her stage and song presence, saying thst she "ruined" the song- as if she was the one who forced Taylor to include her on the track?? Taylor's a huge musician, her and her team know what they're doing, the song being bad wasn't ice spices fault at all. It was especially annoying because NO ONE seemed to realize how weird it was that Taylor was doing this right after her then bf was caught saying slurs about ice spice. Swifties act as if Taylor isn't a multimillionaire pop star with her own pr team controlling everything behind the scenes (although now they're not as subtle as they used to be). The song being rushed and bad still managed to work out thought for taylor, because it deflected from Taylor's racist bf

Recently i even saw swifties criticizing zendaya for not associating with Taylor anymore. There was a rumor zendaya left Taylor's friend group bc she didn't agree with her during the whole kimye scandal or something (which, yeah, i acknowledge probably isn't even one of the better reasons to stop being friends with Taylor). But the way people in the comments were reacting was disgusting- everyone was talking about how zendaya was so fake, how she was a backstabber, I even saw someone saying that if Tom Holland had a rumor start about him she would break up with him immediately because she only cares about her image... WHAT. No one knows what zendaya (nor Tom for that matter) would do or be like in their normal lives because they know how to maintain privacy with their fans, unlike taylor , who shares everything with her fans regardless of how harmful it could be considering the sheer amount of influence she has. Plus, zendaya was still up and coming in the industry at the time of the scandal- she likely had other reasons to stop working with Taylor (such as wanting to not be overshadowed by her) but ofc swifties only care about how poor Taylor was affected (as if she doesn't have a circle, which consists primarily of white women, to back her up)

Sorry for the long rant but this has been on my nerves for months. Taylor's hypocrisy seems to have rubbed off on her fans, and I seriously wonder if this entitled behavior affects them in their real lives and personalities as well. I truly don't understand why people would have such an obsession with someone they don't know and who doesnt care about them, elevating her to some sort of deity like figure who can hurt others yet still need to be protected in the end

At this point, I'm sure they're willfully ignoring Taylor's controversial behavior in order to keep supporting her because I don't see how anyone could be clueless about her intentions after the mess that was this past year for her.

[taylortruther]

The one thing with Gaylors is like… you can’t argue with them. An argument needs to have a set of rules, some facts, a defining statement etc and everything they have comes down to “vibes” or “that’s what someone in the closet would do 😉” and it’s like oK??? What am I suppose to do to that?

it’s so strange, I’ve seen people say Taylor should say something but the idea of coming out as straight is kind of wild lmao. so letting people say and think what they want is fine, I guess. I think of the Daniel Radcliffe quote when he had gay rumours and he said he didn’t deny them because it’s not a bad thing to be gay like coming out and denying it would imply but idk!!

at this point there is a subsection of Gaylors that is more than just analyzing lyrics through a queer perspective and that’s kind of the problem I have with it.

i don't think taylor should come out if she doesn't feel like it (eta: definitely unnecessary to come out as straight lmao, but i do not wish for her to come out if she's gay or bi or anything unless she wants to.) i wish we lived in a world where queer interpretations were understood as just that (interpretations), but also where people supported others in such a way that coming out wasn't this big scary thing. like i want a world where someone says "this sounds fruity" isn't even needed because we can all experience the same shit freely.

being gay isn't bad, and i think it's beautiful that taylor's music resonates - regardless of her sexuality or the people she writes about. that is the point of music, to share experiences or hold a mirror up or open a window into another person's soul.

unfortunately, i believe this type of analyzation is a growing pain as we move into a more open-minded world. this quote from the article is just fantastic:

Choosing to read closely can also train the mind to resist the image of an unmarried woman that compulsory heterosexuality expects. And even if it is only her audience who points at rainbows, reading Ms. Swift’s work as queer is still worthwhile, for it undermines the assumption that queer identity impedes pop superstardom, paving the way for an out artist to have the success Ms. Swift has.

[junk-culture]

nothing better to do right now so i went to youtube and subjected myself to a few chappell roan songs and oh ok . before even hearing anything the thumbnail of this lyric video pissed me off right away to be honest like can we just retire the ironic comic sans smiley face quirky girl "whimsical" aesthetic it's so irritating. its the kind of graphic design that all the vaguely "quirky" women's clothing brands are using right now. like im getting koi footwear vibes. do you know what i mean.

anyway. ill be honest i went into this with a closed mind fully prepared to hate but like yeah it's just mid isn't it. like she's a step up from taylor swift obviously but it's still so boring.

at the clothes store i work at they have this presumably company specific playlist that's like, the usual bad pop songs. but kind of curated in a way that's old people friendly because it's that kind of store? and without any of the actual famous artists like t swift or ed sheeran like it's all just bland pop songs ive never heard in my life but sound like exactly as you expect them to and seem to have been created in a music-for-clothes-stores-factory? it's all really bad anyway. and they literally never change this playlist btw. it's been the same thing for the 2+ months ive been here so there are many songs on it which are beginning to piss me off so bad.

and i literally have no idea who any of the artists are so i literally just know them as like "that one with the intro which genuinely sounds like it could be from an insurance advert" ; "that cheesy "rock" one which sounds like charity shop music" ; "the one with lyrics so bad they make me actively loose braincells" etc. and i have to say that ms roan's music really would not sound out of place on this playlist. fractionally so maybe but only fractionally. and she would still piss me the fuck off after hearing her every single shift. sorry im not even ranting about chappell roan anymore this is now just a vent post about the shite music they play at my job. it's making me insane. like id almost prefer if they played the actual charts or the actual radio because then id actually know some of the artists. and i could put a name and a face to my hatred. anyway. love and light

[alexstorm]

Not sure that has anything to do with PR. You can't make people love certain songs if they don't // actually, you kinda can. Yeah you can’t shove a bad song down their throat, but when an album, song, movie, any other product that needs to sell, is hyped up enough people will realize that they like it. No we don’t want AM to be Harry, but I mean, look at Taylor Swift’s last album receiving better ratings from critics than The Car. Is it actually THAT good?! Is it really better than her previous albums?! Imo, this one and the previous ones are equally good. And The Car is even better, imo. But the hype she creates and receives makes people like her recent work just as older ones. If she quietly just dropped it her fans would only be interested in her older albums, like 1989. And she didn’t even do as many interviews as AM last year, just a couple of late night shows. Fans do the a lot of the work but you can’t deny the artist also has to create the hype in the first place. AM should hype up their last albums in smart ways, instead of sending Matt to do interviews telling people that they’re never gonna make a song like R U Mine again. Ok we get it, you don’t have to say it for the 100th time. Now she people that your new sound is equally good, if not even better. I heard Beyoncé performed almost all of the songs on her last album in some of her concerts recently, her album wasn’t the most successful one of the year or her career but she’s also doing something about it. Fans who go to her concerts will hear those songs and might decide to give it a(nother) try. AM just decided they’re gonna snub TBHC or the Car and dedicate most of the setlist to +10 y/o songs. Sorry for the long rant Xx

But what you're talking about is promotion, not PR. And we all know AM isn't big on promotion. Alex literally started his career by saying "don't believe the hype". So he's also not into creating some artificial hype just to sell more albums. Tbh, I love that he's arrogant enough to say "if they don't like it I'm not gonna try" instead of being an eager pop star and trying to sell his music to everyone. Again, we all got the album at home (I even just ordered the vinyl). Alex couldn't care less if people take a beer break as they already paid for the ticket. He's got their money.

We also need to get away from that thinking that an album has to be an immediate hit after release. Mariah Carey's All I Want For Christmas reached number one 25 years after its release. Another one of my favourite non-English speaking bands hit number one with one of their songs after 22 years. Some songs/albums need to stew and be rediscovered. Only history will tell us who will be remembered for their talent to write or their talent to sell.

[stenka-razin]

fully grammy aoty nominee rundown

brat - brat is good. I like brat. I would be happy with a brat win. I'm not historically a charli fan, but brat won me over. I think it's a longshot for a win since it's the coolest album here and the grammy's aren't really into that.

Cowboy Carter - Common consensus is that this album is too long, and often times feels like an essay on race and genre rather than just existing on its own (which would have hammered in the exact same message). I basically agree, but would note that when its good its great. If it were half as long it would kick ass. Still it's a solid Beyonce offering and considering how she has a reputation of being disrespected by the academy, it could win.

Djesse Vol 4 - The extent of my Jacob Collier knowledge is that he's an exceptionally talented guy who makes incredibly boring pop music. I have not listened to a note of this, but I have no reason to believe it isn't more of the same. It's literally labeled volume 4.

Hit Me Hard and Soft - I listened to the first two Billie albums and thought they were ok. So I didn't feel like checking this out. But the singles are nice so maybe I will see if the library has it. My mom likes the cunnilingus song.

New Blue Sun - As mentioned in another post, I find this the most exciting just because it's so not like a grammy nominee. And all instrumental album (let alone an improvisational one) hasn't been nominated since the 70s and has never won. And even though there are better versions of this kind of new age jazz improv in recent memory (SML, Total Blue), this is still a solid take on the form.

Rise and Fall of a Midwest Princess - It's fine... I don't super dig Chappell Roan. I get the appeal, and when it works (it does work time to time) it's fun. The album is fine. It's fine! It could win, they like Daniel Nigro's stuff with Olivia Rodrigo and this is essentially a poppier queerer version. But then again Rodrigo never took home aoty.

Short N' Sweet - I still haven't heard this because I'm on the wait list with the library. But I liked the singles. Carpenter's a reliable hit machine so that alone makes it a viable winner. And everyone seems to like it.

The Tortured Poets Department - So first thing first, it's not going to win. No one has won back to back years since the 70s. Like it's a bad look and all award shows are political with this stuff. Secondly, long time readers know I love Taylor Swift, I just don't post about it much (you're welcome). This album... I wasn't feeling it. And that's taking it as a single album not the surprise-it's-two-albums version. I quite liked Midnights, and TTPD disc 1 is like the crossfaded diminished returns version of that album. Disc 2 is more like Folk-More, but also the weakest version of that sound. Taylor need fresh blood on the music side of things I tell you what.

[duck-era-lexi]

olivia rodrigo GUTS review

i didnt write this yesterday bcuz my house power went out cuz of hurricane

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all american bitch - oh okay so this is a ROCK album. comparing this to traitor is funnnyyy, and this is coming from someone who's fav sour song is traitor. this is abt just like patriotism in a teenage girl gen Z type shit way, like a loyalty to the basic bitch culture lmfao

bad idea right - damn i love this song, the lyrics make me like be like ughhh girl r u fr right now. it's abt her going back to her ex because she's irrationally attached to him, but the way she tells the story is so funny. she's so sassy and it's so extra

vampire - ah yes the taylor swift song. this is very sour olivia but she sounds older, it's abt dating an older guy. the vampire metaphor isn't perfect but i love the "girls your age know better." i don't really take it as alt pop type beat despite the dark metaphors. vocals are absolutely amazing but like i havent listened to the rest of the album so ...

lacy - where is rock... i can imagine this being a skip because it's a very quiet song in a very loud album. this is about being lacy in like the sex appeal way of lace but also fragile and sensitive. i don't really like the melody it's kinda dull but the lyrics are particularly intuitive. OR it's about a person??? news articles r confusing me but lacy the word makes more sense to me

ballad of a homeschooled girl - the song that's everyone talking abt, the ex disney prodigy life. Very rock again and i also take this as a possible gifted kid anthem. yes olivia is a theater kid but no hate theater kids don't listen to olivia rodrigo or any type of mainstream music. sorry i got off topic but yes prodigy toxicity

making the bed - wow okay back to pop. song abt being objectified and used as a housewife, and the irrational behaviors that come with that. working too hard in a relationship, but she's also very quiet and sort of unsure about speaking up.

logical - someone not making sense but it's a super dramatic loud song. similar tones to vampire in terms of intensity and super strong on the men Bad and Stupid annoying bitches. "love is not logical" basically the entire song not super deep

get him back! - yo this album kinda's exhausting. can girl catch a break. this is literally about teenage delusion... i guess it's also about that "sweet revenge" but the entire thing to me reads like absolute teenage girl delusion. her narrative is that he sucks so she's gonna get him back and then break his heart even further. ok sure

love is embarassing - kinda self explanatory. cute song and she sounds like she's trying to cope by lifting herself up. it's like that feeling you get when you deal with drama and you're complaining to your friend but at the end of the day you still have to go out and live your lives so you're just like "yeah it's whatever i guess... but kinda stupid"

the grudge - this is about after a breakup, hearing your ex's voice in your head telling you you're not good enough. but at the same time you hold a grudge against them they are also negatively affecting your life in Your head. "cuts are never equal"

pretty isn't pretty - beauty is pain and yeah i agree with this one heavily. this is abt teenage girl bullshit insecurity, and how all the pretty girls are built from inherent insecurity and not feeling good enough.

teenage dream - song about not being good enough, and getting the teeange dream but not being able to sustain the life. and thinking it's all your fault. i'm also pretty sure this is about her blowing up at 17 and thinking that she'll never achieve the same popularity and success she did with her debut album.

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conclusion- i hope olivia gets a good man in her life. the most positive song relationship song in this is "bad idea right" and that's well... certainly a stretch. olivia is compared to taylor swift a lot but it's probably much more accurate to compare her to paramore. comparing this album to fearless is crazy, taylor's albums are generally much more positive (regardless of the authenticity of that) while olivia talks a lot about the corruption behind most of gen z's personas, and the issues teens struggle with. but like... girl u deserve better <3

[afro-hispwriter]

Don’t Blame me, Love made me Crazy(pt.1)

The Batman 2022

Bruce Wayne/Batman x f!Black!Reader

Summary- getting back in contact with your ex isn't always a bad thing

Warnings- mentions of past break up, injuries, mutual pinning, oral(f receiving), jealousy 

wc- 2.4k

a/n- I didn't feel like watching the batman movie again just to write this so bare with me

*inspired by Taylor Swifts- 'Don't Blame Me' and some The Batman tiktok edits lol*

taglist- @blue-aconite @cursedandromedablack @philiasoul @a-little-disguised @pop-rocks-and-skittles-and-skittles @xingqiusliegee @lana-isabelle @dopeqff @shawty-writes-a-little

pt.2

-

Working at the Iceberg Lounge was not what you thought was going to happen after your break up with the Bruce Wayne almost a year ago.

"Bruce I cant do this anymore, you're never here and I feel like im suffocating inside this place." You cry and squeeze your eyes with your fingers. "You don't even talk to me."

"I have other things to do." He mumbles and you scoff.

"Ya, so I guess your little Vengeance thing more important than me?" You say and his eyes widen.

"How do you know about that?" He asks and you scoff. 

"Bruce I live here, or did you forget about that too?"  

"Ill make It up to you, I promise, just please don't leave." He says and tries to go in for a hug but you step back, and grab the bag that sat on the table.

"You've missed your chances." 

That was the last time you saw Bruce. It was difficult to grab a job ever since Gotham found out about the bug breakup, but the iceberg 

You were sent to grab drinks for the Penguin and when you went, you saw a large man in a suit standing there. 

It was Bruce, the suit looked familiar but was clearly much more upgraded, but it was him. You took him in some more and took notice of how he towers over you even from afar. And damn, is that a muscle suit or has he been working out.

He stared at you as you walked in. He was shocked to see you there, let alone clearly working there(he would've heard about his ex working there). He looked you up and down, letting his eyes stop at your bare legs, The penguin watched you both stare at each other and smirked.

"Its ok sweetheart, Mr. Vengeance here doesn't bite." He says and you smile at him and set his drink down on the table. Penguin notices Batman still watching your every move and chuckles. "She's beautiful aye." Bruce stayed quiet and just flickered his eyes between the two of you. " Ya she is, id offer you to go into a private room with her but she only works serving drinks up here, but I have other girls who would be more th-."

"No, I just need information on the Mayors misteress." He says and points at the files on the table. You look at them and take in a deep breath and then look at Bruce with a knowing look. He looked back and cocked his head to the side. The penguin reached into his pocket and pulled out some packets and handed it to you. You took it with a smile and thanked him, you walked away and looked Bruce up and down in his suit.

You didn't bother to listen into their conversation and just walked away. You dropped the tray at the bar and left the lounge. You hailed a cab to drive you back to your apartment. Bruce could not walk back into your life again, he just cant.

But would it be so bad if he did?

-

When you entered the apartment you could already feel the feeling of being watched. You looked out the window and that's when you saw him. Standing on the rooftop looking right back. You roll your eyes and wave him over. You barley realized him leave the rooftop because in a matter of minutes a harsh knock came to the front door and you rushed to the door and looked through the peek hole, to see him there. You open the door and he immediately pushed through making you scoff.

"Ya Batman you can come in."

"Why are you working at the Iceberg Lounge?" He asks. "Its not safe."

"Im aware Bruce, can I call you that?" You ask but he doesn't respond so you roll your eyes. "I needed money." 

"What about the money-." 

"The money that mysteriously appeared in my account the day after we broke up, ya its gone because I had to use a lot of it to buy this place." You shrug and look around the place. "I had to buy furniture, food, essentials, etc. I don't have a big business where I get millions the second I sign a paper, I actually have to work." 

He didn't say anything just looked behind you to a window and walked towards it. He shut the blinds and turned back before reaching up to unlock the cowl and slide it off. His black hair fell around his eyes and you noticed the black eyeshadow making you laugh.

"What?"

"Nothing, its just I see you found my eyeshadow pallet I forgot." Bruce shook his head and set the cowl on the coffee table. 

"I saw the look you gave me, you know something." He started but you shook your head. 

"I don't know anything, I mean I know girls have been going missing." You say and walk to the kitchen. "Want anything to drink?" No response. You look back to see Bruce inspecting the table with all the overdue payment letter. "What never see an overdue letter?" 

"I can help you pay it off if you give me the information you know and help me get more." You frowned at him.

"You cant just come in here and expect me to tell you anything or even help you." 

"So you know something."

Fuck.

"And what if I do?" 

"If you, do ill make sure you don't get evicted in 3 days." He says and throws a letter on the table. You sigh and give in, scoffing before speaking.

"The mayors mistress is Annika Kosolov, haven't seen her in a bit, but the last time I saw her." You walk past Bruce and sit on the couch and he watches you. "Last time I saw her she was talking to some of the girls and she looked terrified, now the mayors dead and no sign of her." 

"You close with her?" 

"No, I've only talked with her, but shes just a fucking kid who just wishes she could leave Gotham, heard her saying something about even wanting to leave the country but the mayor was holding something that prevented her from leaving."

"Like what?"

"That I don't know." An awkward silence came though the air and you slapped your hands on your thighs. "Need anything else?" 

"I'll call you." He says and grabs his cowl and secures it on his head. He opens the window and climbs through swiftly. You walked over to close the window but he stopped you.

"It was nice seeing you again." He says and you felt butterflies in your belly and smiled at him.

"Ya you too, take care." You say and raise your arms up to the window, you didn't miss how his eyes flickered down to your chest. 

"Stay safe." He was gone after that. You shut the window and flop back down on the couch. You dosed off and was started by a ding from your phone. You grab it and look at it.

50,000 dollars has been deposited into your account

BW - I missed you

Double Fuck.

-

It was barley a day later when Bruce called you. 

"I need you to find out information at the lounge, but I need you to go downstairs." 

"Are you crazy? They'd never let me go down there, they know I work up top." 

"I doubt you'll have a problem, just wear something more revealing." You roll your eyes.

"Why don't I just go naked?" He knows you're smirking on the other end.

"I'd prefer you wouldn't, just meet me at the little cafe a few blocks from the lounge at 7 on the dot."

"Yes sir." You say then laugh. "Remember when I used to call you sir as you bent-."

"Goodbye." He hanged up and you giggled.

-

7 hit and you were walking into the cafe. Bruce appears in his Batman suit from the shadows and takes in your attire.

It was a tight black dress that just sat a few inches bellow your ass. The dress even pushed up your boobs making them almost spill over.

"My eyes are up here." You say and his eyes immediately went up to your face. He doesn't respond and walks over to the table where he had equipment laying on. 

"Put this in." He says and hands you a little box. 

"Aww you're proposing." You say and pout playfully.

"I would've." He says and watches you open the box and pause at hearing his words. You then continue opening the box fully and furrow your eyebrows.

"Contact lenses?"

"I need to be able to see whats going on in there and to identify the people." He says and you pick up a lens and look up. Once they were both in, you blinked and looked at him. 

"They look good? Wait can they see them?" You say and try to find a mirror in the little store. Bruce takes a step closer to you and looks you down. You felt butterflies in your stomach but didn't look at him.

"Look at me." He says deeply and places two fingers under your chin and pulls it up. 

You almost melted.

Bruce looked deep into your eyes and couldn't help but flicker his eyes to your lips. He slowly leaned down making his covered nose brush against yours. Your heart was beating quickly, his lips brushed against yours and you immediately licked your lips.

"Kiss me." You breathed out and Bruce obeyed. he pushed his lips against yours and melted, he then bent his knees and picked you up by the underside of your ass. You wrapped your legs around his hips and pulled him in tightly. Bruce pressed you up against the wall without pulling away and rested his hands on your thighs. He pulled away then looked down to see the dress riding up, letting him see the panties. Bruce let your legs drop to the floor then dropped to his knees and reached up to the hem of your panties and pulled them down. You stepped out of them and watched Bruce slip them into a pocket of his utility belt. 

"I'm keeping it,' He says then grabs one of your legs and places it over his shoulder. 

"Perv." You say then gasp when you feel his lips wrap around your clit.

-

You wiped your eye for what it seems the hundredth time, praying mascara wasn't running down your cheeks, and it was annoying that your legs wobbled after every few steps through the lounge. 

"I hate you.' You whisper and you hear the comm come alive.

"That's not what you were saying a few minutes ago." He says deeply and you groan. 

"Since when did you become bold?" It was a rhetorical question so he didn't answer. You made your way down stairs and made it down without any problems. 

"Alright just look at everyone, but not to quick, I need facial recognition to work."

"Yes sir and I better get my underwear back perv." You mumble and start looking around. Your eyes passed by some people, Bruce occasionally telling you to stop and look at them. None of them seem to catch on to your stares except one.

Gil Colson the District Attorney Chief.

Bruce told you to join him and you did. He seemed scared and paranoid, always looking over his shoulder at the people. He eventually started mumbling about a mole in the system. Bruce pressed you on to find out more so you placed a hand on his thigh. Bruce watched intently on the screen and tightened his fist. 

"I have enough." He says and you sigh lowly in relief but keep a smile. You dismissed yourself, ignoring Colson's calls to come back. You were just about to reach the exit of the underground when someone stopped you, someone you wished Bruce wasn't about to see. 

"Hey babe." He says and grabs your hand into his. "You haven't been returning my calls."

"Who is that?" Bruce asked but he was saying it to himself. The facial scanner told him and he rolled his eyes, dudes just some big manager at Gotham Bank, but why was he calling you babe. Were you dating? How long have you known him? Did you cheat on that guy with him? Where you safe? So many questions were running through his mind.

"Peter leave me alone." You say and rip yourself from his grasp.

"Y/n who is he?" Asks Bruce and you roll your eyes once again.

"None of your business."

"Do you have a relationship with him?" 

"What no, this isn't your concern?"

"Has he hurt you?" 

"Bruce!" You say and walk into a bathroom. "Me and you are not in a relationship, you have no right to be jealous just because I let you put your face between my thighs again, it doesn't mean we're back together."

"But I want you back." He says in a soft voice, the one who was speaking to you was Bruce not Batman. 

"I want that too." You admit and lean against the sink. "But I don't know if I'm ready." You take out the ear piece so you didn't have to hear him speak. You made your way out of the club onto the street where you see Colson once again.

"Hey you need a ride?" He asks and starts walking towards but you shake your head.

"No thanks." You then do a small jog away from him and turned the corner. You made sure nobody followed and made your way to the little café. Bruce was sitting in the chair looking at the door waiting for you to enter. 

He stood from his chair and you held your hand out to give him the earpiece. You then reached into your eyes and took out the contacts as Bruce grabbed the little box. You placed the contacts in the liquid and smiled up at him, he didn't smile back but his eyes softened when he looks at you. 

"Do you need a ride home?" He asks but you shake your head.

"Ill be ok, because I know you'll be watching over me." You wink and Bruce starts to reach into his utility belt and pulls out the lacy fabric making you smirk. "Keep it, I doubt this will be the last time we see each other."

-

a/n- part 2 is queued for later today

[morgana-pendragon]

okay my dear abbie i have you for the gift exchange and oh boy am i excited! if you have the time, tell me your taylor swift midnights thoughts for supercorp / lena luthor / kara danvers 😉

alright i know this isn't what you asked for but. i'm about to do a deep dive so. i'm sorry in advance

ok OKAY track one . lavender haze

it's giving like?? from lena's perspective she's like everyone hated me for so long but kara doesn't even care!! "i find it dizzying // they're bringing up my history // but you weren't even listening" like that's 100% season two right there!!

track two maroon. this is dress' sexier older sister so. bear with me

it's giving!! season 5!!!!!!!!!!!! "and i lost you // the one i was dancing with" !! once again lena's pov but she's looking back on everything they had and how it's lost to her now and it's so. so

track three anti-hero . the archer but make her pop

i don't think i even have to say ?? anything?? "it must be exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero" says it ALL. lena feels as if she's the 'anti-hero' of the story, not a villain, not a hero, and she feels like kara will get tired of being with her and leave her eventually. fuck. "i'll stare directly at the sun, but never in the mirror" as a metaphor for lena's intense self-loathing??? i rest my fucking case AND. KARA IS THE SUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHE IS POWERED BY THE FUCKING SUN!!!!!

track four snow on the beach

the first verse?????? furthers the supercorp soulmatism quantum entanglement made for each other agenda and in this essay i will— anyway. "you wanting me tonight feels impossible" ONCE AGAIN. lena's pov because she feels like she's not quite on kara's level morally, that kara could do so much better etc etc. "i've never seen someone lit from within" because kara is sun!!!!!!!!!!!! she is lit from within!!!!!!!!!!! she worships rao, the SUN!!!!!!! fuck. i can't talk about it

track five. you're on your own, kid . buckle up it's a track five

"you're on your own, kid yeah, you can face this you're on your own, kid you always have been" lena's family didn't give a shit about her they hurt her in unimaginable ways but she made it!!!!!!! she made something of herself she pulled her name out of the rubble they all left it in!!!!! the majority of the song is like. lamenting her life in her earlier years before she moved to national city and how much she hated it, was unhappy, etc etc. and then the bridge is her finding kara!!!!! "something they can't take away" because kara didn't leave her!! they had their issues and whatnot but they made it THROUGH!!!

track six . midnight rain

THE FUCKING SYMBOLISM???? LENA IS !!!!!!!! THE MOON!!!!!!! that's all. that i have to say . otherwise i will start screaming

track seven . question...?

ok so this is a bit out there but like. imagine early season 5 when the hurt is still fresh it's like.. lena just asking for an explanation from kara and the chorus is her asking all these rhetorical questions so kara understands what it was like for her to be put in the position that she was in. idk . this is one of the harder tracks for me forgive me

track eight vigilante shit

I DON'T DRESS FOR WOMENNNNNNN I DON'T DRESS FOR MENNNNN LATELY I'VE BEEN DRESSIN FOR REVENGEEEEEEEEE. lena season five that's all i have to say thank you and goodnight <3

track nine bejeweled

this track is just a breakup bop <3 does not apply to my in love girlies <3

track ten labyrinth

OK. IM JUST. this track makes me SO sad every time because the entire thing is just her being like "oh no, i'm falling in love again" and it speaks to being afraid to fall in love firstly because of the potential pain that losing the love could bring but secondly, the media backlash and both of those fit lena so perfectly!!!!!! especially the way when she first got to national city she didn't even want to make friends but kara persisted and i can just see it on her face so much in season 2 the "oh no, i'm falling in love again" look where she's so protective of her heart cause she doesn't wanna be betrayed again ☹️☹️ BUT BUT then! "i thought the plane was goin' down how'd you turn it right around?" shows how when they fell out in s5 lena really thought it was the end but kara just!! turned it around !!

track eleven karma

karma is my boyfriend, karma is a god. that's it

track twelve sweet nothing

DONTTTTTT EVEN GET ME STARTED!!!!!!!!!!!! "on the way home i wrote a poem you say ‘what a mind’ this happens all the time" taking this slightly out of context because kara's the writer but once again from lena's pov it's like.. kara appreciates her intellect so much, so casually, so OFTEN. fuck. "all you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing" cause kara didn't want her for her money or her status or her name or her intellect !! she was enough for kara as she was with no merits!!!!!! do you get it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

track thirteen mastermind. ok ok. ok . im ok

god i don't even know where to fucking. start. what if i told you none of it was accidental!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! what if i told you i'm a mastermind!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! because lena saw what she wanted and she GOT IT. at whatever cost. but bUT. so i told you none of it was accidental!!!!!! saw a wide smirk on your face!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! you knew the entire time!!!!!!!!!!!!! you knew i'm a mastermind!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! kara knew and she let it happen anyway!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! this is not in contradiction to them being soulmates, intended, twin flames, entangled whatever the fuck btw.

track fourteen the great war

it's givINGGGGGGGGGG season 6!!!!!!! they literally had their own 'great war'!!!!!!!!! and they survived it!!!!!! "and maybe it's the past that's talking screaming from the crypt telling me to punish you for things you never did" because yes kara did some shit but a lot of lena's reaction had to do with her demons that she never overcame!!!!!!!!! and kara was punished not only for what she did but for what everyone else did to lena!!!!!!!!! "my hand was the one you reached for all throughout the great war" both physically and metaphorically!!!!!!!!!! and the briDGE THE BRIDGE!!!!!!!!!! "it turned into something bigger somewhere in the haze, got a sense i'd been betrayed your finger on my hairpin triggers soldier down on that icy ground looked up at me with honor and truth broken and blue, so i called off the troops that was the night i nearly lost you i really thought i'd lost you" IS THIS NOT THE ENTIRE FUCKING PLOT ??????????????? and then the. the fucking last line. "i vow i will always be yours" shut. up

track fifteen bigger than the whole sky .

saddest song on the fucking album. i will not be providing an interpretation for this one first out of respect and second because i don't think i could handle imagining this

track sixteen paris !!

"i'm so in love that i might stop breathing" shut. the fuck up. just. UGH!!!!!!!!!! "i wanna transport you to somewhere the culture's clever" gives me very much lena would carry kara back to krypton in a heartbeat if she could!!!!!!!!!!!!

track seventeen. high infidelity

this one does not give me supercorp at all however it is a bop so.

track eighteen glitch .

"we were supposed to be just friends" BEST FRIENDS TO LOVERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! it's literally supercorp i don't know what to say!!! they weren't supposed to last!!!!!!!! but they did!!!!!!!!!!!!

track nineteen. would've could've should've. ok ok fuck. ok

im not going to . this falls more in rojascorp as exes territory but that's not what we're talking about here so . moving on!

track twenty dear reader!!

this is more!! lena character study instead of supercorp so !! that's all folks if you made it to the end of this absolutely unhinged garbage i'm sorry for doing this <3

[theravenkin]

I am also bored af. And I'm looking to talk about my hyperfixations. So I am here to ask what is your favorite andreil date headcanon you have? Does that make sense? Idk if it doesn't i'm talking like what's an idea you have for andreil going on a date that you love. God sorry I'm so awkward. Anyway yeah

omg thank you thank you thank you

ok so i have a lot obvs, but here are a couple that are kinda related:

so i think a lot about neil's music taste (bc i like to project 🤪) so i feel like he listens to soft indie pop/folksy stuff, like phoebe bridgers, cavetown, maggie rogers, some taylor swift, etc. he does listen to the emo stuff sometimes, but he likes the happy stuff a lot too. he likes how it makes him think about all of his happy memories since joining the foxes without feeling guilty about that happiness. and, of course, the happy lil love songs remind him of andrew, no matter how ridiculous it may be.

so i think neil will be playing his music out loud while him and andrew are chilling in the dorm having a lazy day. andrew hates this kind of music--it has too many feelings in it for him to handle--so usually they listen to andrews music when they hang out like this. but it's a mild sunny day outside, they're alone in the dorm, they're snuggling in the warm sheets of andrew's bed at 2 pm, and neil is so happy and soft and fuzzy inside and wants to make andrew feel how he's feeling. the only way he knows how is to play andrew the songs that remind him of that feeling.

he starts playing some soft lol love songs on his phone and looks at andrew with the goofiest smile on his face. andrew internally cringes at the music at first, but as he listens to it he realizes it's not really as deep as that kind of music usually is; it's just a surface-level pop song about loving someone. this makes him cringe again but for a different reason that he doesn't mind as much.

neil is Feeling the Feelings even harder now, qnd he's looking at this boy's beautiful face in the golden light from the window, watching the apathetic mask blanche a little bit, and he just needs to move, he needs his happiness to come outside. so he gets up and starts bouncing around on his toes, then holds out a hand to andrew.

"what."

"c'mere."

"why."

it's not a no, neil thinks-

"dance with me. :)))"

andrew tries to stare him down, but forgets that this little shit can stare him down right back, and do it with love in his eyes. fuck.

and neil just looks so sweet, he looks like the smile is gonna break his face, he looks like his laugh sounds, and he's wearing andrews sweatshirt and boxers and his hair is messy and his cheeks are pink and fuck andrew's already on his feet goddamn it.

neil takes andrew's hands, giggling wildly because he didn't think that would work and certainly not that quickly, and he hasn't felt wild joy like this in--a long-ass time, he guesses. he starts bouncing around and swinging their arms between them while andrew stands still and gives him a withering look. neil softly whisper-sings along to the song and his bounces get smaller and he asks the question, and then he's burying his face into andrews neck and letting andrew hold him while the bouncing turns into a sway. andrew cant stand this fucker. so he directs the fucker's arms to loop around the back of his neck, puts his hands on the fucker's hips, and sways with him.

neil thinks, this isn't working at all, because the joy has swelled up so big now he thinks it'll burst through his sternum, and his jaw hurts from smiling like this but he can't stop. he makes a happy little sound into andrew's hoodie and squeezes himself close. they sway through the first song, then a second starts and it's slower, less poppy, and they touch noses and then lips and neil gives a smaller but just as idiotic smile and andrew has to grind his teeth because he can't fucking stand this kid. he kisses neil hard, but still chaste, then presses neil's face back into his shoulder, and they sway for a while longer, just holding each other.

then another bouncy bubbly song comes on and neil is bouncing again, this time not really cus he can't hold it in but because he likes to aggravate andrew. he waves his arms all over the place and spins and circles and andrew says, "what kind of idiotic bullshit are you doing." neil giggles again and says, "dance party. i think." and he keeps flailing around like an idiot, glancing at andrews face every few seconds to watch him be exasperated. neil feels so free and endeared to his man and just wow, this is his life. andrew just watches, thinking, why was it this dumbass.

anyway. this isn't really a date actually? but idk it feels like a date to me. i like to imagine it puts them both in a mood of "fuck i love this idiot" and they go on more of a date afterward? idk. but i love "let's have a dance party" neil because he does it 70% just to annoy andrew

another idea: several years in the future, when they're both on the same pro team and have their lil domestic life all figured out, andrew has found a strong like for cooking, and neil loves to ask andrew if he can help cook dinner with him. he likes when andrew picks a complicated new recipe and bosses neil around the kitchen with instructions. i have this image of them trying to figure out how to make pasta from scratch, and andrew is sincerely trying to figure it out, while neil is "helping" and doing dumb shit just to make andrew sigh and roll his eyes. then neil puts on his most innocent face and asks andrew to show him how to knead the dough, and andrew tries to shove him over and show him, but neil takes andrews hands and puts them over his own, and andrew knows this is a ruse but he just ignores that rationality and indulges in this stupid little intimate moment because he knows neil eats it up (and he does too, even though he'll never admit it to himself). and they're making pasta from scratch and there's flour everywhere and they keep fucking up and laughing at each other and bantering like they do, and neil's soft happy music is playing in the background, and just like that it's magic again (it never really stopped--sometimes they just spark it again without trying, and everything gets all shimmery and hazy and warm.)

ahem. anyway

also, completely random and not at all related to the other two: grocery shopping at trader joe's, just the two of them. neil likes when andrew takes his hand in public and guides him around, he even likes when he picks something up and andrew swats it out of his hand (then not subtley picks it up himself and puts it in the cart). he likes how andrew gripes like an old man sometimes, about how neil is like a little kid who he's trying not to lose in the crowded aisles. neil likes watching andrew scrutinizing the products and deciding which is better--he really does look like an old man sometimes, when he furrows his brows and looks down his nose to read the ingredients on something. it makes neil giggle inside.

and neil really, really likes holding andrews hand, especially when they're walking around somewhere--andrew holds his hand tight, and tugs every once in a while when neil gets distracted, like he really is afraid of neil wandering off. it makes neil smile how andrew still feels like neil is his responsibility. he tries to be good, then, for andrew's sake, and not wander off too much, even if just to annoy him.

ugh. that last one was supposed to be ONE SENTENCE but here i am, rolling around in andreil trash again. fuck.

well hope you all enjoy. there are definitely many many more floating around in my brain somewhere. thank you for the ask!!! <3

[themollyzone]

how should a person microblog?

It's the most wonderful time of the year — a time to, if you have arrived to your doctor's appointment in Soho early for some reason, buy a buttered roll from a street cart and try to have a Breakfast At Tiffany's moment at some random boutique that did a holiday disco ball display. Buttered street cart rolls are so good. It's a shame they're not a dollar anymore. Brandon's America has pushed them up to $1.50. Ok grandma, let's get you to bed.

I have a feeling that the combination of Trump announcing his re-candidacy and a bunch of young people getting upset at Ticketmaster for spoiling their Taylor Swift Eras Tour plans is going to break something crucial on Twitter that Elon Musk nuked in a fit of pique, and then where am I supposed to go?? I have been gathering mutuals' emails via Substack, and I've been blogging here. There's just something special about the zone I have been trying to build on Twitter, where even though I *know* very few of the people who interact with me, it's pretty easy to figure out who is a kindred spirit that's down to clown, and who gets muted immediately for bad vibes.

I had a reel ("Reel") I recently put on Instagram of Marianne Williamson talking about how secularism isn't helping the left — sort of a pithy Marianne-ist snippet that I thought was neat when I saw it in person. It got picked up by IG's algorithm and got a lot of random eyeballs, and within 24 hours there were two people with private accounts squabbling in the comments and harshing my goddamn mellow. At its loosest privacy settings, IG lets you freely be an asshole without having to show your own breadcrumb trail of past assholery—you can't see someone's past comments, and if they're on private, you can't see anything they have posted at all. Total contextless asshole existence. Whereas on Twitter, if someone pops in my mentions just to be a jerk to try to get my attention, I can visit their profile, look at their replies, and see if, for example, they've been one-sided-arguing with vaguely Chapo Trap House associated people for weeks, and then I can move them to trash (and if I am feeling generous, pray for them, lol).

Twitter is just the perfect place to get stoned, tweet a stray idiotic thought, and start a conversation with a few people with whom you've developed weird internet rapports. I've been putting thoughts on the internet since I had a Blogspot in 2003 and Twitter's the first place that felt like anyone else was paying attention to me, and I am not afraid to admit that I like attention!!! I hope I will find my people elsewhere when Twitter eats shit.

[what-if-nct]

hiiii ok double reminder today because there's two whole songs to talk about lucky meeee

one: wayv!!! is back!!!! there is a new wayv song!!!!!!!! holy shit they're actually having a comeback!!!!!!!!! i love the song, i love how they managed to make the video look so glamorous even without the fifteen outfits and sets that I've come to expect from k pop mvs. but what's throwing me a bit is that the word "only" is a way of adding emphasis in indian english (side note: I've recently learned that india has the highest number of english speakers in the world, so it's surprising to me that indian english isn't more widely understood). like for example you could say "127 dream and wayv are all only nct only", where the "only" is just a way to emphasise the word nct. kinda like the word "just" in british/american english. so the title diamonds only makes me feel like I'm at a wedding and watching two aunties trying to one-up each other about their fancy jewelry and i find the idea of the wayv boys being at all involved in that scenario the funniest thing ever

two: Vernon released a solo song!! it's angsty and pop punk-y and he said he was inspired by Avril Lavigne and he's just so right for all of it. although my one critique is they beeped the fuck. let. idols. swear. please. i really like the song, but god imagine the absolute power of it if they let Vernon say fuck

Hiii! Yes! They've finally put out a song in fifty years and I love it. The video was very pleasing to my eyes. And that's cool I didn't know that, but it makes sense since I think correct me if I'm wrong India is one of the most populated countries? But oh my gosh I can specifically see Xiaojun and Ten in that kind of scenario. I watch a few Indian YouTubers and I recognize exactly what you're talking about. But I never really noticed it just understood it. I do that with a lot of English dialects and accents even if I'm not use to it I can understand it Like when Chan and Felix were talking about Aussie slang on the Zach Sang show. Even before they explained it I figured out what they meant.But I also watch a ton of Australian YouTubers.

And okay Vernon's song okay first of all for whatever reason Vernon is the only Seventeen member I keep up with and follow. I think I wasnt ready to commit to the full group but I adored Vernon predebut and stuck with him. Anyway watching Vernon's music video was the first time in my history as a kpop fan that I literally fangirled, screamed and almost cried. Like you don't even understand. Vernon brought me so much joy and took me back to middle school and love the song so much. He mastered that genuine pop punk sound and it spoke to me soul. And I agree let Vernon say the fuck word! Like i was literally squealing oh my gosh. And it would be Vernon of all people to do it. You have no idea how happy the song made me. I always isolate kpop from me like it's not exactly a genre I deemed that saved my life but pop punk post hardcore and metalcore are and I just never thought a genre that I like but never connected connected with would meld with the genre that means so much to me. Like to explain what different genres mean to me. It's post hardcore\metalcore\pop punk are who I am like that's me as a person. Country is my heart, pop is my bedroom, kpop is a wall in bedroom, and hip hop is my best friend's house I don't go there often but when I do its a vibe, fun and nothing but women. And Lana Del Rey and Taylor Swift are my best friend. They're their own genre of music. Anyway I love the song, I love Vernon. It does Lowkey have Lil Huddy vibes but I love lil Huddy so it's chill.