#as taylor swift once said

[reidsaurora]

well it is the end of an era...

yall remember the cute barista tag i was so excited to have? well, that company all but fired me after one week because i'm not learning the recipes fast enough even though both managers admitted that they've been slacking on training me 🙃 how do they expect me to learn an entire book's worth of recipes when they're only putting me on the schedule for 3 hours shifts? and during those 3 hour shifts, they teach me NOTHING

anyways fuck 🐦‍⬛💛 coffee, so much for them being my favorite small business

[cookie-de-baunilha]

Ok so this scene always confused me:

"Where I come into it doesn't matter”, he said. "And there isn't time. You need to find your son quickly. As to why I tell you…”

John saw it coming and didn't pull away. Percy smelled of bergamot and petitgrain and the red wine on his breath. John's grip on Percy's arm loosened.

"Pour vos beaux yeux," Percy had whispered against his lips and laughed, damn him.

(Written In My Own Heart’s Blood, ch. 73)

Did Percy actually kiss John here? Or did he just come really close to John’s face like he was going to kiss him but instead just whispered against his lips?

I want it to be a kiss (even though I find the 2nd option sexy af tbh 👀), but idk. If it was an actual kiss wouldn’t the scene describe his mouth tasting like wine rather than his breath smelling like wine?

[melancholypirates]

I need therapy so fucking bad lmao

But due to my last therapist just not fucking listening to me, I've been traumatized and refuse to pour my heart out and talk to a stranger about my issues ever again

[bubbarnes]

from deauvilleus' instagram story - september 09, 2024.

[everytaylorswiftsongisaboutcats]

[all-too-unwell-13]

'the prophecy' by taylor swift is the most annabeth to percy coded song ever written

[jane-morgendorffer]

He’s sixteen years old when his cousin introduces him to the thing that will eventually kill him. His mum, usually overly protective (and in his somewhat expert opinion, absolutely too paranoid for her own good), doesn’t even try to stop him. It’s a good thing she doesn’t, because he’s already caused her a lifetime of stress in that decade-and-a-half he’s been alive so far and it’ll only get worse when she finds out he’s fallen so deeply in love with his own killer that he’ll lie to everyone -her included- for the chance of getting there quicker.

He’s eighteen when he finally gets there. He’s spent the past two years working hard, but it’s not enough to just work hard. He’s also got to be better. Better than the guy behind him. Better than the guy in front of him. Better than himself. It’s brutal. A slow death that kills him with every day he grinds himself into the ground. But he carries on anyway. Because it’s something you either have or you don’t and he’s had it since the moment he was born. He was made for this. Has been since long before he even knew what this was. When his mum calls (which she does every week), he makes sure to tell her about the progress he’s making. How quick he is. How strong he’s getting. She doesn’t understand, always eager to change the subject to something pointless like what he’s going to do on his days off or if he’s eating well, but he thinks she’s proud. Secretly, he doesn’t mind if she isn’t. He loves her anyway and, in return, she doesn’t bring up the worry that has replaced the space he’s left behind.

He’s twenty-one when people finally start to realise what he’s known for years. He’s the youngest candidate to pass selection. An asset to not only his team but his country as well. A man destined for bigger and brighter things. He calls his mum. She says the right things, but the pride doesn’t flow as easily as it used to. Instead, she rattled on about Christmas plans and pointedly avoids the fact that he has achieved something most people could only dream of. He tells her that. Loudly. She says the only dreams she’s having these days are having him come home in a casket. (She apologises straight afterwards. She always does. And it’s easy to accept the apology when she’s there on the other end of the line, but they both know the damage is already done.)

He’s twenty-five when he starts to enjoy it. If he was good at what he did before, he’s godly at it now. Which should be the hubris talking, but he knows it isn’t. It’s not just him. He’d say the same about anyone in the 141. Not just because he loves them, which he does, but because they truly are the best people he’s ever known. It’s twisted, in a way, how easily he finds talking to them while the calls from his mum go unanswered. How easily he’d replaced one family with another. But they understand him in a way no one else ever could. And, yeah, he loves some of them differently (in a thick, cloying way that he’ll need another decade to fully understand) but it’s not more. But he still loves his mum. The same way he loves old films and the memory of his childhood bedroom. He just doesn’t go home for Christmas as much anymore. Though, the more he thinks, the less he’s sure about whose benefit that was really for.

He’s twenty-eight when he’s shot in the head while doing exactly what he was made for. It’s funny, really, in the same way that the lieutenant’s jokes are funny. Which, is to say, not really funny at all. But that’s what he thinks of in that flash of a second between being alive and being dead. The jokes. ‘Hey! What do they call a brilliant sergeant who died in the afterthought of someone else’s fight?’ He doesn’t hear the punchline, but he thinks he might hear his name being called in the distance.

He’s still twenty-eight when three men spread his ashes from his favourite spot. It’s a private affair. Words lost under the weight of what had been and what never would. They don’t invite his mum. She wouldn’t understand their grief anymore than she had all those years ago when his cousin had brought him home with a fire in his eyes.

He’s still twenty-eight when his mum buries the idea of him in their local graveyard. His teammates don’t attend this funeral. Call it same. Call it respect. It doesn’t matter either way. She’s happier without them there. If she knows the casket is empty, she doesn’t show it. It’s better that she doesn’t. It’s a nice ceremony. His favourite flowers at the graveside. His favourite food at the wake. Guests are gentle with her in a way he never was. It’s an honour they say. But she doesn’t understand that any more than she understands why this had to be what he was made for. And maybe that’s better. It’s too late for her to convince him of anything else now anyway.

[webanglikethat]

you will get better years my love 🥹 the weight you carry will finally lighten with time, seeping away, crawling out of your skin because it never belonged there. and the ache you feel will soften, fading into the background like a distant hum of a song you can no longer remember. and you won’t remember it ever again. and the strings of trauma knotted in your chest will unravel and turn into golden paint for your canvasses and ink for your songs. and you’ll have better months ahead, months where laughter will fill the air like birdsong and a fucking Disney movie and joy will fill natural and not forced and you’ll forget what sound tears make when they fall. there will be mornings where the sunlight filters through your curtains, warm and golden, and ethereal, gently waking you, its light caressing your face with a tender touch, kissing your features, hiding in the dips of your body. the moon will accompany you home on the nights, watching over you as a guardian. you will return to the comfort of a warm meal, steam rising from your favorite dish and there will be hot baths to soothe your body. the nights you once dreaded will become peaceful again and in them, you’ll find refuge not out of fear. the love you feel will grow, little by little, until one day, it will be as natural as breathing. and life will love you back. it will.

[cleo-serotonin]

h2o so perfectly encapsulates teenage girlhood and all the good and bad that comes with it. like building the greatest friendships of your life but also losing friends you once thought were close. your parents divorcing but gaining a new parent. growing up to see the best in your parents and becoming closer to your family. getting boyfriends but knowing they come second to your girlfriends. drinking juices and shit talking and knowing you would swim to the ends of the earth for these people, because they get you in a way no one else ever will.

[awesomewithoutme]

Oh my god

[pumpkinmetaphor]

I’M SO PROUD OF KYOYA!!!!!!! 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

fic enjoyers when Kyoya beats zugzwang by turning the board around

[fearsomeandwrong]

somewhere in the world you got a robber and a bank and the bank robbed the people, so the people robbed the bank and the police came to get him but they let him get away 'cause they're all just workin' to get paid the very same

[pjharvey-moved]

my relationship with taylor swift is straight up more complicated than most people's marriages bc yes a solid 90% of criticism of her is straight up misogyny even when it comes from women, yes both her last two albums have been very cringey and a disappointment to me but she's such a beloved public figure that even her most mediocre output will be immensely commercially and critically successful, yes she is THE SOLE REASON i started songwriting as well as the number one reason i felt as a teenage girl that i could pick up a guitar and learn how to play and it wasn't just a guys' thing, yes she's a major capitalist and her portrayal of feminism is surface level at best and her fans that think she's peak feminine rage need to listen to riot grrrl and live through this by hole and nasty by rico nasty and have their lives changed.

[jakeperalta]

Some Swifties have been desperately try to seed the idea she was unhappy and locked up and overly stressed and 'unfree' and 'controled' and 'not herself' in the period she was with Joe Alwyn and I just don't see it. I've seen people come out of terribly toxic situations and look & be different almost overnight but I just don't see it. We maybe see her more and maybe she's more able to persue her career goals and maybe her new guy is giving her what she wants but her looking "unfree" and "stressed" and "not herself" didn't appear to be an issue with Joe Alwyn was around. Maybe I'm just missing a trick but I just don't see it. Maybe Taylor was playing a role well, but in my reading of the situation she never seemed unhappy in the situation until it was ending or on its last legs.

Some fans are desperate to make Joe Alwyn and the relationship something it was not and it's sad. Not every relationship which doesnt last forever needs to have a villian.

got both of these anons at the same time, clearly you guys are on the same wavelength! I agree — I'm sure there were both good and bad parts within the relationship and in other non-relationship parts of their lives over the years, and of course ultimately they weren't happy together, but I don't think we need to assume it was six years of hiding her true self and feeling stifled and miserable. personally I'd much rather take her at her word as she describes it in miss americana (that she was going through a horrible time but also she was really happy and that happiness came from falling in love and finding a quieter life)

[katewritesss]

"The Prophecy" by Taylor Swift is the most Pete "Maverick" Mitchell-coded song ever written.

[kindahoping4forever]

Ash via Alternative Press