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alltooreid · 4 years ago

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Dancing With Our Hands Tied

In order to keep Y/N safe from danger, Spencer vows to keep their relationship a complete secret from everyone they know. However, as their romance gets more serious, Y/N and Reid begin to realize that no matter how in love they are, they may have been doomed from the start.

A/N: Back at it with a hopefully very angsty fic! This is of course inspired by the Taylor Swift song, but you don’t need to be familiar with the song to read and enjoy! Also I made a playlist for this one shot, which you can find here (its best if you listen to it in order and of course you don’t have to listen as you read, but if you enjoy that kind of thing, I thought it would be fun). Additionally, in order for the timeline of this fic to make the most sense, I’m choosing to ignore the Lauren Reynolds subplot, because trying to incorporate it and explain it would be distracting and unnecessary in my opinion. Thanks for reading!

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader

Type: Angst

Word Count: 3.9K

Content Warnings: Some cursing, general fighting angst, discussion of pregnancy, brief mention of abortion (follow up is left intentionally ambiguous, based on your own desires and beliefs you are allowed to decide where that aspect goes (pro choice tings))

“I, I loved you in spite of Deep fears that the world would divide us So, baby, can we dance Oh, through an avalanche?”

Spencer Reid hated funerals.

Somehow he felt he was always invited to one, and no matter how hard it was for him to be there, he always made every effort to go. So when Hotch had to plan Haley’s funeral, Spencer knew he had to go, no matter how much he would hate it.

He looked down to the grass as his supervisor cried over his now dead wife, the most emotion he had seen from him ever. He refused to look up and watch, although there were at least a hundred people there to mourn Haley, this moment felt innately private to Hotch. Spencer didn’t think it was his place for his eyes to intrude.

So he stared at the lawn and got lost in his own mind.

Right then and there he realized he never wanted to go through what Hotch had to go through. No matter how many philosophers described love in the most beautiful, enchanting way, Spencer didn’t want it anymore.

He didn’t want to go through a heartbreak, because how worth it could it be?

Of course, all information he had in his repertoire pointed to the claim that it was worth it. Yet he couldn’t pay attention to Oscar Wilde, trying to tell him that “hearts are made to be broken,” or E. A. Bucchianeri screaming that “grief is the price we pay for love.”

All he could see at that moment was the most stone-faced man he had ever known, breaking down in front of everyone he knew over the woman he loved.

At that moment Spencer Reid vowed to completely give up on love. He would become the best profiler to ever live. People would compare him to Jason Gideon, but Spencer Reid would win every time. Spencer wouldn’t let himself be like Gideon and get so hung up over a person that he couldn’t ever work anymore.

So when Spencer left the funeral and went to bed that night, he was confident that he would sleep alone like that forever. It was comfortable like that and he was happy. Who needs to be in love?

Not Spencer Reid that’s for sure.

Well, until three months later, when Spencer Reid met Y/N Y/L/N.

She was beautiful, and Spencer knew he wanted to get to know her the first time he laid eyes on her.

But he was doing such a good job recently…. Even Hotch was impressed with his work ethic. The only one who had talked to him about his lack of emotion was Penelope, she seemed concerned when Spencer told her he didn’t want to meet let alone go on a date with the cute nerdy barista from her go to coffee shop. Spencer refused to reason with her, he was too focused on proving himself to Hotch and the rest of the team.

Even though in the back of his mind, Spencer knew he had already proven himself to the rest of the team, now he just needed to be good enough for himself.

A truly impossible task.

But he was still trying to do it, so he didn’t talk to the barista at the new coffee shop he was trying.

He wasn’t expecting her to try and talk to him. Maybe that’s why he was so willing to give up his own reasoning.

“That’s a lot of sugar, sugar. Are you as sweet as your coffee?” she said, giggling as she did it. She knew the line was cheesy and stupid but she had been eyeing Spencer Reid since he came in and knew she needed to get his attention. Luckily, he couldn’t help but laugh.

Their first date was right then and there. They got distracted and talked till closing, Y/N’s coworkers noticing she was actually putting herself out there and deciding to pick up her slack so she could continue.

“So are you going to call me Dr. Reid or were you just leading me on for 3 hours?”

“Of course I’ll call you, how else am I going to get you to watch Doctor Who?”

Y/N smiled, “Well I know this is kind of forward, but I have this art exhibit tomorrow, I would love to see you there. But don’t over think that! I’ve invited pretty much everyone I know. I have a bet to win amongst the other art students, whoever has the most people come to see them wins one of those giant Costco sheet cakes. I need that sheet cake Spencer.”

Spencer smiled, “Well, I am from Vegas . . . Maybe I could help push the odds in your favor.”

“Well I can’t wait to see you there. Tomorrow, 6 pm, I’ll text you the details.”

It was only when he laid down to sleep that Spencer remembered his philosophy on love, but strangely, he did not care.

He may have been trying to freeze his heart, but Y/N was coming in with a blowtorch.

And he didn’t mind. In fact he unlocked the door to let her in.

So when he arrived at work the next morning, he fully intended on going to her art show. He thought about what flowers to bring her. . . was this a date? Was last night a date? Were roses too strong a message? He couldn’t do anything red, it was too forward. Pink? What if she saw it as stereotypical because she’s a woman, maybe she hates pink?! Yellow Tulips were safe, but if he got her yellow tulips then she would think they were just friends and Spencer didn’t want to be just friends.

His internal debate was interrupted by none other than Penelope Garcia, but not to interrupt their paperwork day with a case, but to make an announcement to the bullpen.

“Hello my loves! I have an interesting idea for some team bonding tonight, my favorite barista and dear friend has invited me to her school art show. Of course she needs the most support humanly possible, so you all need to come with me and look at cool art!”

“Who’s this friend of yours Penelope?” JJ asked.

“Oh Jayge you’ve met Y/N! She’s lovely and I’m sure an incredible artist. You guys will all love her!”

Suddenly Spencer remembered Hotch and his broken down faces at Haley’s funeral. He remembered his philosophy on love and his fear of heartbreak.

But he also remembered how alive he felt with Y/N. How the way she laughed like a little kid and how that made him feel giddy. He remembered how she was always so interested in what he had to say. He remembered that he really liked her.

And at that moment, Spencer realized that he did not have to choose between being in love and keeping his heart safe from the devastating heartbreak of seeing his true love die. He realized that the reaper could only find Haley because Hotch let people know they were together Because everyone knew of Hotch’s wife, she was in constant danger.

Maybe if he kept Y/N secret he could still be with her.

“Spencer! Did you hear me?”

“No, um sorry Garcia what did you say?”

“I asked if you were going to come to Y/N’s art show, you know you too would make such a cute couple! You should totally come.”

“I actually can’t, I’m not feeling well.”

She sighed, “That’s what you said last time I tried to get you two together 187 . . . Do you want to talk about anything Spencer? You haven’t been yourself lately.”

“I’m fine, I just have a headache. I don’t want to go out tonight.”

She rested her hand on his shoulder for a second, before following Morgan to the kitchen. Spencer knew she was going to say something to him, but he didn’t care. He had found the perfect solution to his conundrum.

And he knew exactly what flowers to send to Y/N.

Y/N texted him thirteen times, and waited an extra hour after the open house closed in case he showed. So although she went home empty handed, one person away from enough cake to feed fifty, she received a call from Spencer Reid.

“Hey, where were you tonight? I was looking forward to seeing you.”

“I’m sorry Y/N, something came up, but I have something for you! Are you still there?”

“Oh no, I just got to my apartment. I can send you the address.”

“I’ll be over as soon as I can.”

And five minutes later Spencer was at Y/N’s door, with Chinese take out and white peonies, a flower known for its apologetic symbolism.

Y/N blushed, “You didn’t have to bring me flowers Spencer . . .”

“Well I wanted to bring some to your show, but I figured this could be the next best thing . . . And maybe we could eat some of your Costco sheet cake afterwards. Sounds like a balanced meal to me.”

“Although I love that idea, I unfortunately came home tonight sheet cake-less.”

Reid frowned, “How close were you? Would I have made any difference?”

“Oh no!” Y/N lied, “I was way off, don’t even worry about it.” She smiled, “I’m just excited that you're here right now.”

Spencer blushed and looked down at his feet, “Well I’m excited to be here.”

Four months after that night, Y/N asked Spencer a seemingly stupid question while they were eating take out at her apartment. “Spencer, I love takeout and all but we haven’t gone out in public together since the first time we met. . . Call me stupid but I’m starting to wonder if you don’t want to be seen with me.”

Spencer sighed, “Y/N, it’s not that it’s just . . . complicated.”

“I just don’t get it. Am I the second woman or something?”

“No! Absolutely not! You are my one and only flower,” he said, smiling and then leaning in to kiss her nose. She giggled in response, but quickly remembered the serious nature of their conversation. “Y/N, you know what I do for a living.”

“I don’t understand what that has to do with anything.”

“Not too long ago, my boss was targeted by a serial killer who made it his mission to make his life miserable. In doing so he killed his wife. I just . . . I don’t want that to happen to you Y/N. I think I’m falling in love with you, and I can’t put you through that.”

“Spencer . . . I love you too.”

So no matter how badly Y/N wanted to tell her family, or update her Facebook status, she respected Spencer, and although she didn’t completely understand his concerns, she wanted him to be happy.

So she spent ten more months like that, catering to Spencer Reid’s peace of mind. Pretending to smile as he told her stories of all the funny things his team members did, all about their partners, and their love lives.

A couple times now, Y/N asked Spencer if she could meet them, but Spencer always shot it down. When he first mentioned the idea of keeping their relationship a secret, Y/N had secretly hoped it would be one of those things that was forgotten about within a week or two. But no. It had been many, many weeks, and Spencer still didn’t want to be seen in public with her.

And by now that was all she wanted. To go on a real date, to introduce him to her friends, to actually be able to tell her coworkers that something did come from that guy she hit it off with.

Everyday, Y/N felt she did the same exact thing, she went to work, would come home and if Spencer was still in Quantico, she would convince him to come over. (They had been dating for over a year now, and Y/N had never been to his apartment. She didn’t even know where it was). If Spencer did come over, he would usually bring some kind of dessert with him, and they would talk and be merry in their own little secret oasis. A couple weeks ago, Y/N started to get this uncomfortable, uneasy feeling that encompassed her whole body, her whole being. Every part of her was trying to tell her that Spencer Reid was not the man for her. And even though she was still very much in love with him, she agreed.

Although she loved Spencer for the person he was, the man who brought her every different flavor of cheesecake from the bakery across town (one a day for fifty nine days straight), the man who begged her to make him a painting for valentines day instead of buying him a present, the man who cried when she did and laughed when she did and-

There were a lot of things to love about Spencer Reid, but there were a lot of things to hate about their relationship.

She hated the time she bought a gold locket in the shape of a heart, and put a picture of them in it so she could keep him with her all day long, and he made her return it because it could fly open and someone could recognize him. She hated the day she came home with a little beige kitten named Betsy and Spencer made her give Betsy to her sister so that he wouldn’t get cat hair on his clothes and have to answer a million questions. She hated the time Spencer missed her birthday weekend because he had a case and couldn’t give an excuse to why he couldn’t go. She hated that Spencer was her entire life, while she seemed like just an inconvenience to his.

And most of all, she hated that she loved him so much. Because deep down she knew that she could never leave Spencer Reid, but she also knew that there was no way they could last if nothing changed.

Just then Spencer knocked on her door, she had offered him his own key many times, but he declined because he didn’t want anyone to see it on his key ring and ask what it was for. She let him in, and right away his fun perky smile dropped. “You’ve been crying. I can tell.”

“Is that the kind of thing they teach you in FBI school?”

“Yes actually, but that’s not the point,” he said, dropping his bouquet of red chrysanthemums on Y/N’s coffee table and grabbing one of her hands with both of his. “Talk to me Y/N.”

She sighed, “I love you Spencer, but I just don’t know if we can do this anymore.”

“What do you mean flower?”

“Spencer we’ve been together for over a year-”

“One year, two months and five days,” he corrected.

“Yes, yes that. We’ve been together for one year, two months and five days but no one except us knows that.”

“Y/N I thought you were okay with that, I just want you to be safe.”

“I thought I was okay with it but,” she paused, afraid of what she wanted to say, “I’m not Spencer, I don’t want to live like this anymore. I love you, and I want to be with you. To really be with you. What happens if we ever get married, do we have to get eloped, would you even let us get married because you need someone else to watch? When do I get to tell my mom I’m in a relationship? What if you get hurt out in the field, and no one has heard of me, let alone knows to call me, and we never get to say goodbye? How far do you plan on taking this?”

Spencer grew flustered, “Um, I- I don’t know? I didn’t know you were even thinking about those things.”

“Do you think about those things? Things like getting married?”

“You’re the love of my life Y/N, of course I do.”

“Well then something needs to change. We can’t live like this anymore.”

“Things will get better Y/N, I promise you, we’ll start small but I’m going to make this better for you. Actually, um we can start right now,” he started digging through his messenger bag. After a minute, he pulled out a smaller gold heart locket than the one you had originally purchased for yourself. “I, um I was going to give it to you for your birthday, but I feel like now is the best time. I couldn’t find the same one, but it’s the same picture inside.”

She teared up, “I love it. It’s perfect. Here, put it on me.” She turned around and pushed her hair to one side so that Spencer could clasp the delicate chain around her neck.

They kissed, and afterward Spencer spoke, “I hate to ruin this moment, but I’ve had to use the bathroom ever since I got here.”

Y/N laughed, “Ok go, I’ll be waiting.”

While waiting for her love to come back, Y/N admired her flowers. Ever since Spencer began to get her different flowers to symbolize different things she had developed an abnormal botany fascination. She would always beat Spencer to explaining the symbolism of her latest bouquet, so she already knew the red chrysanthemum was a symbol of prosperous, passionate love in most countries. However she also knew that in Italy, chrysanthemums were a death flower, given only at funerals.

Part of her couldn’t help but wonder if some unconscious part of Spencer’s genius brain was beginning to feel the same way she did. Three weeks later nothing much had changed in the state of Y/N and Spencer’s romance. She was still unheard of in the eyes of the BAU and two nights prior Spencer had stopped her from calling her mother to tell her about him.

And then Y/N discovered her sick, uneasy, all over body feeling was not just her incredible intuition.

She was pregnant.

She had taken a couple of tests a while prior and could just now get into the doctor to get it confirmed. But it was official. She was pregnant.

As soon as the nurse confirmed it she broke down crying. And when she asked her a couple more questions, she broke down even further. “Are you currently in a relationship?”

“No,” she sniffed.

“Do you know who the father is?”

“I don’t know,” she sobbed.

“Sweetheart, I don’t know where you want to go from here, but there’s a lot more options that you may think. Everything will be okay.”

Y/N still cried the whole way home.

She spent the rest of the day thinking about how to tell Spencer, and then overthinking what he would say.

She knew Spencer loved children, but he couldn’t even manage to tell people she existed, how was he going to explain a long term relationship and a baby?

It would have taken decades for Y/N to prepare to deliver this news, but Spencer showed up at 8:19 pm.

“Hi flower! How are you today?”

“I’m pregnant.” She blurted out, she was not planning to do it exactly like that, but she panicked.

“What?”

“I’m pregnant Spencer.”

He sighed and ran one of his hands through his hair, “You could get an abortion?”

Y/N lost it. “Are you kidding me? Are you fucking kidding me Spencer?”

“I don’t think a baby is going to be very easy to keep a secret Y/N.”

“Is this how far you’re willing to go Spencer? You want to keep me hidden so bad that you want me to get an abortion? Are you insane?”

“You’re right, Y/N, I’m sorry, we’ll figure something out.”

“No, you’re wrong there Spencer. I’ll figure something out.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I can’t do this anymore. I’m done. I love you but, please just get out of my apartment.”

“Y/N please don’t do this, I love you, we can make this work. I know I haven’t been doing the best job for these three weeks, but just give me a little time and I promise we can do this.”

Y/N wiped tears from her eyes, then reached her thumb up to Spencer’s face, wiping his cheek. “Spencer, it’s not a matter of how much I love you or you love me. Sometimes, things just aren’t made to work out. We gave it a good run, but no matter how hard we love each other, I don’t think either of us is happy.”

“But I don’t know how to live in a world without you in it, flower.”

“I’ve never been in your world Spencer, after tonight, nothing in your life will drastically change. You don’t have to worry about living in a universe without me because you’ve already been doing that for 15 months.”

“Please don’t do this, can we just give it another try?”

Y/N wrapped her arms around him, “That’s all we’ve been doing.”

The couple stayed in silence like that for a couple of minutes before Spencer spoke. “Can we just stay here for one night. I can’t believe I never got to do it.” Spencer had never spent the full night at Y/N’s place because he always worried that he would forget to answer his phone and the team would try to come to his apartment to tell him they had a case.

“You know we can’t do that Spencer,” she sighed, knowing she had to stay strong and act on her own best interest, but she also loved Spencer. “But you can stay here, if you want.”

He thought for a moment. “Okay, um do I need that key you always offered me? To lock up when I leave?”

“No, the front door locks automatically when you close it, you just have to make sure you have everything before you go.”

And so Spencer slept in Y/N’s bed, for the first time, without her in it.

And Y/N called the one person she knew Spencer would never try to track her down to to avoid exposing himself.

Penelope Garcia.

She of course let Y/N stay with her for the night, and although she would eventually, Garcia did not pry when Y/N said she didn’t want to talk about what was going on. So Y/N walked to her apartment with peace of mind, she knew that although she had a lot to think about, for the time being everything was going to be just fine.

On the way to Penelope’s apartment, Y/N saw a flower vendor. She couldn’t help but stop by and pick up a bouquet for Penelope, but more so for the symbolic meaning.

Daffodils and daisies.

The flowers of new beginnings.

“I'd kiss you as the lights went out Swaying as the room burned down I'd hold you as the water rushes in If I could dance with you again”

- Thank you for reading! Please reblog and let me know what you think :))

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solesommerso · 2 years ago

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Random Swat relationships as love songs 💕

(These include canon relationships and just ones I personally like, it’s a mess and chaotic but was fun to do)

(I think this is like my third time using this gif but I can’t find any other good ones so we’re ignoring it)

Hondo x Nichelle- Say Hey I Love You, Micheal Franti & Spearhead

- could it be any more perfect. God I love them and this song, all it makes me think about is Hondo spinning Nichelle around in the middle of the kitchen with this song blaring and both of them grinning so freaking wide. It’s so cute and has me melting. They’re literally soulmates and I take no criticism about it

Nora x Street- Work Song, Hozier

- sobbing and crying about them to this song. I will never get over it, the amount of angst in my drafts all based off this song, it’s so sad yet so lovable at the same time. To me, they’re serious and strong willed yet absolutely crumble anytime the other gets hurt (see my fic here) but they also have this immense trust for each other. “She never asked me once about the wrong I did” Nora doesn’t need to know about Streets past, she trusts him to be loyal and Street would never dream of doing anything different

Tan x Street- We Are Young, Fun.

- I’ve mentioned this in a fic before but it’s so them. They are the definition of bringing out the young fun side of eachother, they’d totally go around to different bars to go dancing and be idiots. I love them so much, also Street would carry Tan bridal style home if he ever had too much to drink or was just that lazy

Luca x Street- Everybody Talks, Neon Trees

- I can see them starting a relationship but telling nobody and just watching the team go insane trying to figure out if it’s real. Also Luca would totally use those cheesy nicknames on Streets, the whole “sugar” thing in the song is just Luca talking Street up as he blushes like a mad man

Erika x Chris- Sleepover, Hailey Kiyoko

- the lesbian god for the lesbian queens, this song gives me Chris pinning after Erika but Erika’s super oblivious and has zero idea that Chris liking her could even be a possibility. “At least I got you in my head” Chris being a constant daydreamer is the biggest Hc I can think of

Deacon x Hondo- Writing on the Wall, Sam Smith

- they are husbands no debate, also ummm the angst to this song. “For you, I have to risk it all” Ahem when Deacon was about to pull the riskiest thing ever because Hondo was losing his career and how they’d both run into a burning building for each other. They are in so love and would be so damn soft at home then all hardheaded at work. Arguing about something on a case until Hondo pulls Deac aside just to hug him and Deac has to ask if Hondos been eating and drinking because he knows how his husband can get when stressed *sobs*

Tan x Chris- Wildest Dreams, Taylor Swift

- the trope of them being in a secret relationship has my whole heart, it’d be soooo good. “Say you’ll see me again, even if it’s just in your wildest dreams” come on, “no one has to know what we do” christ have mercy on me. They’d be the ideal secret relationship that starts with no feelings but ends in I love yous and panic about letting someone love you but works out eventually

Erika x Street- Apple Pie, Lizzy McAlphine

- they would be the trope of friends who don’t mean to fall in love but once they do, they fall damn hard for each other. They are each other’s home and it’s proven every single time they’re together and suddenly everything in the world feels okay. Also I Hc that Erika teaches Street how to bake because he has no idea and Erika finds it criminal that he can’t make an apple pie, whether or not he actually learns is up to you

Luca x Nora- Talk, Khalid

- god it’s them it’s sooo them. Nora is the type to talk through every little bit of a relationships expectations beforehand, she doesn’t trust easily and Luca knows that so he happily listens while mentally taking notes to make sure he misses nothing. They’d also both fall super hard for each other but be paranoid about messing it up so they take thing slow

Annie x Deacon- Eastside, Halsey & Khalid

- they make me happy on the fact that they’ve been together so long and love each other so much, I just know Deacon would drive to pick Annie up when they were younger and she had to sneak out. They had kids decently young (I Hc that it was a little bit because of pressure) but they love their kids and always dreamed of it

Tan x Street x Chris- Nothing to Regret, Robinson

- I have always had the Hc that Chris and Tan would already be dating but then Street joins the team and suddenly they’re both drooling over this motorcycle riding idiot who can’t follow one simple order, it’d be a mess but so much fucking fun. I chose this song in specific because “start a party in the living room” I can see Tan and Chris dancing around their shared living room and Street comes over mid way through then somehow joins them and suddenly they’re all kissing and laughing like idiots, the purest fluffiest humor filled shit

Hondo x Street- American Dreamer, Kyd the Band

- they are the gayest idiots ever and they’d totally fall into a relationship through all the work arguments that are made up with hugs that last too long and dinners at Hondos that maybe run too late so Street ends up asleep on the couch. Only for it to all come to a head when Street needs a place to stay and Hondo, for some reason, says he can live with him and suddenly- boom- relationship filled with idiotic nights of cooking and burning food, Street becoming Hondos dads best friend which means they team up on Hondo all the time, Hondo being forced to learn about motorcycles, and much more chaotic but domestic things

Luca x Tan x Street- Time of Our Lives, Pitbull & Ne-yo

- they’d be the definition of sharing a brain cell and dumbasses dating. Tans definitely the most logical but when him and his boyfriends go to a bar or he even has a drop of alcohol in his system, it’s game over. I Hc that Street ends up being the one to drag everyone home after losing all their money, Luca has one shoe, Tans crying about how hot his boyfriends are and Streets exhausted from being the only sober one. Then they do it all over again the next week, it’s the perfect storm if you ask any of them. They all choose to ignore the advice of Chris about maybe staying home as “you only live once” Luca has told her multiple time with each of his partners nodding along. Even if Streets dead on his feet by the time they all mange home, he loves seeing his boyfriends have fun and relax after how hard they work

#headcanon #js #hh #dl #ca #vt #dk #er #nf #sammy headcanons

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maybeacrowdedmind · 3 years ago

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My Top Seven Favorite Musical Moments In Shows That Aren't Musically Driven* and why (in no particular order)**

*By not musically driven I mean shows that do not have plots driven by music (i.e. Glee, Smash, etc. etc.)

**I know I said top seven, but I just mean out of the many I have seen, these seven are the ones I like the most.

Note: None of the images used are mine; they belong to various internet gods.

Legacies Season 1 Episode 11: We're Gonna Need a Spotlight

Kaleb and the Vampire faction singing "Feeling Good" by Nina Simone at the Salvatore School talent show.

While the entirety of the talent show was amazing (Kaylee Bryant's singing voice, Raf's slightly awkward yet still appropriately dramatic poetry), it was Kaleb and the vampires who stole the show. Chris Lee has an incredible voice and his rendition of Nina Simone's "Feeling Good" was stunning, both visually and vocally. I'm also a great lover of epic dance moves, so it was no contest.

Gilmore Girls Season 7 Episode 20: Lorelai? Lorelai?

Lorelai singing "I Will Always Love You" by Dolly Parton originally (Whitney Houston covered) at Stars Hollow karaoke to Luke, despite beginning the song as a dedication to Rory.

Lorelai and Luke may be broken up, but Lorelai's beautiful (and slightly alcohol-fueled) version of Dolly Parton's kind of cheesy yet nonetheless tender "if you love someone, set them free" ballad that was later made into an iconic cover by Whitney Houston was proof that they'd never really be over. Sure, she says she's singing it to Rory, but the moment Luke walks in and they lock eyes, everyone knows. Lauren Graham also has a good voice, and the emotion that comes through is so real, a cheesy karaoke moment becomes a heartfelt cheesy karaoke moment.

Everything's Gonna Be Okay Season 1 Episode 5: West African Giant Black Millipedes

Nicholas doing a drag queen routine to Thelma Houston's disco hit "Don't Leave Me This Way" for Alex and his friends.

Okay, so I love this scene so much, because not only is it done to an incredibly fun song, it also showcases Nicholas doing something so utterly entertaining for Alex and a bunch of people he was nervous about meeting. The fact that just a few days before watching this episode I had watched an episode of Ru Paul's Drag Race where two queens had to lip sync for their lives to the very same song made the scene that much more enjoyable to watch. Nicholas looks amazing, his dance moves are to die for, and his lip syncing game is strong. I also appreciated the fact that when he did this scene, Josh Thomas committed to it. The scene is done in full, not going for a bit and then fading out before we get to see the end. Also, I know that Nicholas isn't technically singing, but it still totally counts.

The Magicians Season 1 Episode 4: The World in the Walls

Quentin starting up a group sing-along to Taylor Swift's "Shake It Off" to get Penny's attention in the mental hospital while under Julia and Marina's spell.

I just started watching this show after having read the first two books, and this scene was HILARIOUS! I loved that the show used a random interaction between Quentin and Penny from a previous episode and turned it into something more because usually shows ignore one-off interactions between characters. Also, Quentin singing off-key at the top of his lungs with everyone else joining in and dancing while Penny suddenly hears it in the real world was so funny and a huge break in an otherwise extremely dramatic and rather dark episode.

Skam Season 2 Episode 3: Er det noe du skjuler for oss? (Are You Hiding Someone From Us?)

Noora singing Extreme's "More Than Words" on William's guitar, initially doing so to make fun of him, but quickly turning into a super sweet and romantic moment between the two.

Skam is another show I started watching recently, and Noora quickly became one of my favorite characters. Now, I'll admit, I wasn't too fond of the idea of William and Noora at first, but this scene changed my mind immediately. I'm also very into the whole "enemies to lovers" thing these two have with one another. All of the songs Noora sings in this scene are good, but "More Than Words" is the one where you really begin to see that William's feelings for Noora are not as one-sided as she says they are. Josefine Frida Petterson, who plays Noora, has an absolutely beautiful voice, and the vocalization and soft musicality throughout are stunning. This is one of my favorite scenes in this show to date, and everything about it was perfect.

New Girl Season 1 Episode 1: Pilot

Coach, Schmidt, and Nick singing "(I've Had) The Time Of My Life" by Bill Medley and Jennifer Warnes from Dirty Dancing to Jess, who eventually joins in, after her date stands her up.

Poor Jess had just broken up with her boyfriend, moved into an apartment with three guys who have little to know emotional know-how when it comes to women, and had her first date since her breakup stand her up at a fancy restaurant. The situation was made worse by the fact that she was told to give up her table. When the boys showed up and claimed to be her boyfriends, it was sweet, but the moment they began singing "(I've Had) The Time Of My Life", they showed that they really did care about her. What makes this scene so funny is the fact that Nick (who begins it) and Coach (who joins in after Nick elbows him) don't really know the words, they're both singing different parts in different tunes at different volumes, and then Schmidt (who initially says he's not singing), comes out of nowhere belting the song with the correct words and tune. Then Jess joins in and they have a great time until the restaurant makes them leave. They head back to the apartment, watch Dirty Dancing, and show that any problem can be solved with good friends and 80s movies.

Angel Season 2 Episode 11: Redefinition

Cordelia, Wesley, and Gunn sing "We Are The Champions" by Queen at Caritas after Angel fires them.

Cordelia, Wesley, and Gunn had just been fired by Angel so he could kill Darla and Drusilla without their interference and the trio was at a loss for what to do next. Angel Investigations was disbanded, and none of them had any clue what to do about it. Their solution? Terribly sing Queen's "We Are The Champions" at Lorne's bar Caritas and drown their sorrows. While an extremely short scene, Cordy, Wes, and Gunn's reaction to being fired was super relatable, and you can never go wrong with Queen. They also have three very different personalities; Cordelia is snarky, has a lot of wit, and tends to be rather superficial, but she has so much heart beneath the surface, Wesley is a stuffy English professor type, and being a former Watcher means he couldn't be hip and cool if he tried, and Gunn is a hardened vampire hunter with a strong resolution and loyal to the core, who was still relatively new to the group when Angel gave them the boot. As such, seeing them all be together with arms around shoulders singing their hearts out was immensely fun to see.

Honorable Mentions:

Legacies: Alaric singing "Take Me Out To The Ball Game" terribly off-key before Kaleb and Cleo swooped in and saved the day with their improvised song.

Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Giles Singing "Free Bird" while playing his guitar in his home.

How I Met Your Mother: Lily and Marshall singing "Don't Go Breaking My Heart" at karaoke, effectively making up after Marshall accepts a corporate job rather than one that fits his morals.

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cali-holland · 4 years ago

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Sacred New Beginnings- Tom Holland One Shot

Pairing: Tom Holland X Reader

Requested by @stahpppppp : Reader is a famous singer and she is friends with Zendaya. Based on Taylor Swift song “Cornelia Street” 🙂 Thank you!

Prompt: You fall in love with Tom on Cornelia Street

Word Count: 3100

Based On: Cornelia Street (and kinda I Think He Knows) by Taylor Swift

Warnings: sexual themes, probably swearing

A/N: Sorry it took so long to post this, I’ve had it finished for agesss

Masterlist Tom Holland Masterlist

*Gif is not mine*

~~~

“Come on, just a few drinks.” Zendaya nudged you, encouragingly, and you rolled your eyes at her. “Tom will be there.”

“Like that changes my answer.” You joked, hoping she didn’t catch the blush creeping on your cheeks. She did. “I need to finish writing for my album.”

“The bar will give you inspiration!” She insisted. “You’re coming!”

“Fine.” You huffed, not wanting to deal with her persistent nagging any longer.

She was your best friend, ever since you met at an awards show where the two of you both snuck in food in your bags and shared it with each other. You didn’t live in New York, you were renting a small townhouse in the city, seeking a new environment to finish writing your album. It happened to be that Zendaya was also in the city, filming for Spider-Man for a few weeks.

While filming the last movie, you’d gone to visit her on set, and that’s where you met- and developed a school girl crush on, Tom Holland. He was dreamy, charming, handsome, and you had completely fallen for him over the course of those couple weeks you were in Georgia. Over the past couple years, you two had kept in contact via social media, but nothing too elaborate or special, and neither of you managed to see each other in person again. Until now, when you’d be seeing him for the first in a couple years and you just hoped it could take your mind off of your album.

You quickly got ready to go to the bar with Zendaya, who was already (because she showed up at your door, demanding you go after you ignored her texts). Once you were finally satisfied with your look for the night, you two left your place on Cornelia Street and got into a taxi, heading to the bar where you’d meet up with Tom and the rest of the cast.

“Do I look okay?” You asked, a hand subconsciously playing with your hair nervously until Zendaya lightly slapped it away.

“You look amazing, and by the way, I know for sure that Tom’s still single.” She said proudly.

“I didn’t even ask.” You replied, shaking your head at her in disbelief as the cab driver came to a stop in front of the bar.

“I’m just saying.” Your best friend shrugged innocently at you. You both shuffled your way out of the cab and hurried inside of the bar. Even though you’d only been outside for a minute, you already regretted not pairing your outfit with a jacket- the chill autumn air wasn’t your friend tonight.

“You all remember Y/N, right?” Zendaya smiled, pulling you up to the crowded table with her. Around the table, you recognized Tom, Jacob, and two others beside Tom- one you believed was Harrison (but you only briefly met him two years ago) and you were pretty sure the other was Tom’s brother, who you had never met.

“How could we forget?” Tom spoke up, smiling brightly at you.

“Hey, everyone.” You greeted. Zendaya took one of the two open seats at the table, leaving the only open one between her and Tom. She smiled innocently at you. Before you even sat in your chair, you nodded your head back to the bar. “I’m gonna go grab a drink. Anyone want more?” With a chorus of yes’s coming from the group, Tom got up to accompany you over to the bar, insisting he could help you get all the drinks. After you two ordered the next round of drinks, he turned to you to start a conversation.

“How’s the album going?” Tom asked you, and you looked at him surprised, wondering how he knew that you were working on an album- you’d tried to keep it private. Seeing your shock, he explained, “Z said you were here for an album.”

“Oh yeah, came here for inspiration, but I’m slowly starting to lose it.” You sighed, feeling a little defeated.

“What’s the album about? Is it like- what do they call it, a concept album?” He laughed, hoping he’d gotten the word right, and you nodded.

“I guess the concept I’ve been going for is a letter to love itself.” You said, “I know, it sounds cheesy, but-”

“No, it sounds great. I’m sure it’s going to be a killer album. Your music’s amazing, you’re really talented.” He reassured you as the bartender set the numerous drinks on a small tray in front of the two of you, but neither of you made any effort to move/

“Thank you. I just have two more songs left to write for this album.”

“Do you know what they’re about yet?”

“I have this idea from one of them.” You started and he nodded, encouraging you to continue. You laughed as you tried to think of the words, “It’s kind of a quiet confidence, but still cool and sexy- the feeling of that first feeling of attraction. I just can’t find the right lyrics for it yet.”

“Are lyrics normally hard for you to write?” Tom asked. You could tell that he was genuinely intrigued, even though you were worried you’d started to bore him with album talk. Tom took a sip of his drink as he waited for your response.

“Not really, which is why I’m so frustrated with these two songs.”

“Well,” He paused, “Why don’t you come up with a lyric about me? I mean, you said “that first feeling of attraction”, so-”

“Are you implying that I’m attracted to you?” You laughed, teasingly.

“Are you implying that you’re not?” He asked, leaning in closer to you.

“Fine.” You took a moment to look him up and down, your eyes landing on his hand holding onto his beer, before you looked him in the eyes, “I think he knows his hand around a cold glass makes me wanna know that body like it’s mine.”

“Were you two ever going to bring back our drinks?” Zendaya questioned, appearing behind the two of you, making both you and Tom jump back in surprise.

“We were just heading back.” Tom insisted, grabbing the tray of drinks, and you and Zendaya both quickly grabbed a couple glasses because all three of you knew Tom would absolutely not make it back to the table without spilling one of the many drinks. Once settled in back at the table, you quickly got out your phone and wrote down the line you’d said to Tom, feeling like it suited your song well.

After a few hours of laughing, drinking, and just catching up with the whole group, you all decided it was probably best to head out. Harry, Harrison, Jacob, and Zendaya all filled up one cab, and Tom stayed behind with you to catch a second one.

“Are you cold?” Tom asked as you shivered lightly, waiting for an empty taxi. Before you could even reply, he had taken off his jacket and put it around your shoulders.

“Then, you’re going to be cold.” You laughed, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck, keeping him close to you, “I’m not going to have you get frostbite because you gave me your jacket.”

“It’s not even that cold out.” He shook his head at you in disbelief, but rested his hands on your waist, pulling you even closer to him. After a moment, he moved one of his hands to cup your chin and kissed you. It was a little sloppy and drunken, you could easily taste the beer on his lips, but it was still perfect to you. He pulled back and rested his forehead on yours, “We should go.”

“Yeah,” You let out a small sigh, stepping away from him to hail the next taxi.

“Where are you headed?” The driver asked as you two got into the cab. Tom said the name of his hotel, and the cab took off, beginning its journey.

“You know, I’m renting a place on Cornelia Street.” You said casually in the backseat beside Tom. Feeling the strength of the bar’s alcohol (mixed with the overwhelming attraction you felt for Tom), you hoped you weren’t too forward as you said, “You could stay there tonight, if you want to.”

“I’d love to.” Tom smiled. Relieved, you informed the cab driver of your address, telling him to scratch the previous instructions. Tom tentatively reached over to take your hand in his, making you smile at him.

The driver pulled up to your townhouse and you paid him quickly before basically stumbling out of the car with Tom, his hand still tightly holding yours. Once inside, you had barely gotten the front door closed when Tom kissed you, his hand dropping yours to wrap around your waist. It was hungry and passionate, and you never wanted it to end.

“Bedroom?” He mumbled, just barely bringing his lips off yours.

“Third floor.” You laughed lightly as he sighed. “Gotta get some good cardio in.”

“We seem to have a different idea of what good cardio is at this moment.” Tom joked. You kissed him again, before pulling away and grabbing his hand, leading him up to the master bedroom.

The next morning, you woke up with the all too familiar nauseating feeling of a hangover. Groaning, you snuggled deeper into your pillow, taking a moment to realize it was not a pillow and more of a warm, strong, bare chest. Though some details from last night were fuzzy, you definitely remembered bringing Tom home last night. The only thing currently separating you and Tom was the shirt of his you were wearing and his underwear that he was wearing. Listening to the sound of Tom’s steady heartbeat and the light rain outside, you never wanted to leave your bed.

“Good morning.” Tom said quietly. His arm was wrapped around your shoulders and his hand played softly with your hair as you shifted up from his chest to look at him.

“Good morning.” You replied, a drowsy smile on your lips.

“Are you hungover?” He asked with a little laugh as you brought a hand up to rub your temples.

“If that’s your way of complimenting my morning after look, it’s a really shitty way and I don’t recommend using that on any of your other hookups.” You joked.

“First of all, your morning after look is beautiful.” Tom stated, placing his free hand on your cheek, gently caressing it with his thumb, “Second of all, it was a question because I’m hungover. And lastly, who said this was a hookup? Do you want this to just be a hookup because I was going to ask you out?”

“You were going to ask me out?” You asked, a timid smile on your face and he nodded.

“I’ve been kicking myself for not doing it sooner.” He took your hand in his and pressed a small kiss to it, “So what do you say, wanna go out with me?”

“Yes,” You leaned over to kiss him. Pulling you away you both let out small laughs, “Morning breath and alcohol breath don’t mix.”

“They definitely don’t.” Tom laughed.

“Let’s get up. I’ll make breakfast.” You slid out of his embrace and the warm bed.

“Stealing my clothes already?” He asked, noticing you wore his shirt. Apparently he didn’t catch you putting it on last night, not like you really remembered that bit either.

“You’re not getting that jacket back anytime soon.” You teased.

“You can have the jacket, but I’ll need the shirt eventually. The media will already be all over me doing the walk of shame, they don’t need the added bonus of me doing shirtless.” He joked, and you ran a hand over his abs, smiling.

“Do you think anyone’s going to complain about seeing you shirtless?” You leaned up to kiss him again, before separating from him to go make breakfast.

~~~

“He got my heartbeat skipping down 16th Avenue,” You started to play your guitar as you sang, reading over the lyrics you’d written, “Got that, oh! I mean wanna see what’s under that attitude. Like, I want you, bless my soul, I ain’t-” You paused, hearing the floorboards creaking. Tom was awake from his nap.

“Don’t stop on my account.” He said, coming into the makeshift studio.

“I gotta get this chorus worked out.” You set your guitar to the side, letting Tom come sit beside you on the couch.

“I’ve heard you go over the same five lines for an hour. You need a break.” He laughed, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you so that the two of you were lying on the couch cuddling. It was times like these that made you really feel like you were in love with him, but it was all too soon to think like that, right? With the rain pouring down outside, it was serenely peaceful there in his arms.

“I didn’t mean to keep you up.”

“It’s alright.” He kissed you reassuringly. He hummed in content, “I never want this to end.”

“What?” You pulled away from him a little. “Who said anything about ending?”

“I just thought- I mean I’m only in New York for a couple more weeks, and you’re going back to LA soon.” Tom explained. You stood up from the couch with furrowed eyebrows.

“So what, when we leave here, you were just going to walk away?” You questioned and Tom jumped up from the couch, defensively.

“No, that’s not what-”

“You said you wanted to date me? But was I just a glorified hookup? A fling? God, you were leading me on!” You accused, feeling disgusted with yourself for distracting yourself with a fling. Tom tried to step towards you but you backed up and turned away, “Just, please, go. I need some time alone.”

You couldn’t bear to look at him as you spoke. You heard him sigh, but leave the room without another word, the floorboard creaking as he left. You held back your scared tears until you heard the front door open and close again. He left, just like you told him to, and yet you didn’t want him to be gone.

After a few minutes of solid crying, you decided you had to leave, too. You couldn’t spend another day on Cornelia Street. As you started to pack a few bags, your phone began to ring, and you groaned, seeing it was Zendaya. You and Tom hadn’t really told that many people, other than Z and the group from the bar- maybe that should’ve been your first sign he wanted it to be a fling. You didn’t know if he’d go to Zendaya, if he’d tell her what happened; after all, it had only been a hour since he left.

Picking up the phone, you decided to act like everything was okay, “Hey Z, what’s up?”

“Tell me you’re still at Cornelia Street.” She said as if it was urgent.

“I’m packing to leave, right now.” You told her, getting the sense that she knew about it all.

“Unpack those bags. You’re not leaving, not now.” She was using her maternal voice, which only came out when you were about to make a bad decision that she didn’t agree with.

“Z, did Tom talk to you?” You asked.

“Yes.” She replied and you sighed.

“Then you know why I have to leave.”

“No, I know why you have to stay.” She insisted, sincerity rich in her voice, “Y/N, it wasn’t just a fling to Tom. Just, hear him out.”

“What-” Before you could get your question all the way out, there was a ring at your doorbell.

“Sounds like someone’s outside. I gotta go.” Zendaya said quickly before hanging up the phone.

You already knew it was Tom on the other side of the door, given by her reaction and the fact that no one’s ever rang the doorbell since you’ve rented that townhouse. Making your way downstairs, you tentatively rested your hand on the doorknob. When you opened the door, Tom stood there nervously on the other side, hair a little wet from the rain earlier with a box of chocolates in his hand.

“Apology chocolates?” He offered with a small smile. You bit your lip to keep yourself from laughing, opening the door wider to let him come inside.

“Let’s go to the terrace.” You said, taking his hand and leading him up the stairs, just as you had done the first time he entered your townhouse. Once on the roof, you both sat on the patio couch, having a nice view of the New York sunset with a few rain clouds fading away.

“When I said I didn’t want this to end, I meant I didn’t want us to end because Cornelia Street ends.” Tom started, setting aside the chocolates to take your hands in his, “Because I’ll go back to London or wherever I’m filming and you’ll go back to LA or wherever you’re touring. I didn’t want us to be over when we both leave Cornelia Street. This townhouse right here is our safe haven. I’m showing my hand right now, I love you.”

“We’ll make it work long distance because I don’t know what I’ll do if it doesn’t. I love you, too.” You smiled, leaning over on the couch to kiss him. Tom shivered a little into the kiss and you were surprised by how unusually cold his lips were. “Oh my god, you’re freezing.”

“Yeah, the terrace probably wasn’t a good idea.” He laughed.

“C’mon, let’s run a bath then and get you warmed up.” You stood from the couch and grabbed his hand. He picked up the box of chocolates and followed you to the master bathroom. Once you drew the bath, Tom slid in first with the chocolates open on the ledge beside him. Just before you got in, you paused and ran back to the bedroom.

“Where are you going?” Tom called after you. You came into the room a moment later with your notebook and a pen.

“I have lyrics. I need to write them.” You said, tapping your forehead with the pen, before sliding into the bath with your back pressed against his chest. His arms wrapped around your waist and he pressed a kiss to your shoulder.

“What’s this one about?”

“Cornelia Street”.” You smiled, writing out the chorus.

‘I hope I never lose you, hope it never ends,

I’d never walk Cornelia Street again,

That’s the kind of heartbreak time could never mend,

I’d never walk Cornelia Street again,

And baby, I get mystified by how this city screams your name,

And baby, I’m so terrified of if you ever walk away,

I’d never walk Cornelia Street again,

I’d never walk Cornelia Street again…’

#tom holland #tom holland fanfic #tom holland one shot #tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x you

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marveloussupernerd · 4 years ago

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betty - Seven

Very irrelevant but I got a paper cut where I hold my phone when I write so this was quite literally a pain to write. If there are typos, that would be why haha

Warnings: spoilers for Seven’s name!

Summary: Seven has been away on a mission for almost a month now, with very little communication with you. He decides to surprise you when he comes home. To clarify, MC is not necessarily named Betty, just the Taylor Swift song i used as inspiration haha, slight AU

You missed him. It hurt how much you missed him, in fact. You and Saeyoung had been dating for a little over a year now; you had moved in with him and Saeran about two months ago. Things were good between the three of you. Then Saeyoung was called to go on a mission.

It would take a month; he was over in America. You couldn’t text one another, as it would not only give away his location but also could be dangerous for you. You were, however, able to call every once in a while. He would have Vanderwood scramble the signal and call you every three days or so. You would burst into Saeran’s room so he could be a part of the call too; you typically had about ten minutes to catch up before he had to go. It was nice hearing his voice... you had noticed Saeran was sort of sad without his brother around.

The two of you tried to do fun things to keep the house lively without Saeyoung; you played board games almost every single night, went to the movies last weekend, and went apple picking the other day. Anything to take your minds off of the emptiness of the house. You were grateful for Saeran; if he wasn’t there you probably would have gone insane. The two of you talked it through and decided to have a small party with the RFA members at your house this weekend; it would be nice to see the others.

On the day of the party, Saeran focused on crafting the perfect playlist while you made brownies. You got a call from Seven and, almost dropping the bowl of batter, you quickly picked it up, turning it on speakerphone. “Hi Honey!” You called. Saeran set his phone down and moved closer to you.

“How’s it going, Saeyoung?” He asked.

“Oh it’s good. How are the two of you doing?” His voice sounded slightly robotic. The signal must have been bad.

“We’re actually going to have a little get together tonight with the RFA,” you stated, matter-of-factly.

“It’ll take all of them to fill this house with as much personality as you do,” Saeran joked. The two of you chuckled.

“That sounds so fun! I’m glad you’re finding things to do. I’m sure you both miss me a lot.”

You rolled your eyes. Of course you missed him, but how Seven of him to state it like that. “Are you safe? And healthy?” You always asked him this.

“Yep yep. I might have even grown an inch. Hear that? Inch. Americans are so weird with their measuring system.” You heard a horn honk loudly in the background, the sound being drawn out. “Traffic,” he explained. “Drivers are crazy. I’d hate to bring one of my babes here.”

You sighed, certain he was talking about his “babe cars.” Saeran caught your expression and laughed.

“Hey, I’m sorry I can’t talk longer, but I have to go. It’s hard to keep the signal like this when I’m moving.” He didn’t sound sad or anything, like he typically did at the end of his calls. It was probably because he was focused on all the traffic.

“Oh, okay! Take care of yourself. Can’t wait to talk to you again Honey.” Every time you went to say goodbye your eyes welled up with tears. This time was no different. It was just hard because you weren’t sure when you’d be hearing from him again.

“I’ll call as soon as possible. Bye Babe, bye Saeran. Love you both.” Saeran wasn’t even able to utter a goodbye before the phone hung up. You sighed.

“You okay?” Saeran asked as you set the phone down, focusing your attention back on the brownie batter.

“Yeah. Just feel cheated the call was so short this time,” you explained. It was a silly thing to be upset about, but it did make you sad. “Sucks we don’t know when he’ll call again.”

“As soon as he can, I bet. Can I help you with anything,” he asked, eyes trained on the bowl.

“Do you maybe wanna vacuum? I haven’t gotten to it yet,” you asked. He rolled his eyes and sighed, nodding before heading off to the closet to get the vacuum. He knew you hated vacuuming and liked to put it off; it frequently became his job.

Much later, things were all in place for the party. The punch was made, brownies were frosted, floor vacuumed, music playing. It was perfect. You were honestly kinda excited! You really enjoyed planning these sorts of things for your friends.

Jaehee arrived first (no surprise), carrying a plate of cookies, asking if you needed any last-minute help. She was always on top of the game. Then Jumin, bringing a few fancy bottles of wine with him. Next was Zen, then finally Yoosung, who had brought The Game of Life to play.

You thanked them all for coming and got to quick work setting up the game with Yoosung, organizing all the cards and lining them up. Jumin offered to be banker, which Zen disagreed with immediately. Then Zen offered to be banker. When he wasn’t sure how to hand out $80,000, the task got handed to Jaehee. This typically happened.

You were just about to purchase your house when there was a knock at the door. “Who could it be this late?” You asked, standing up to take a look at the monitors. “Maybe a package or something?” But it was 9 pm. That made no sense.

“I’ll... come with,” Saeran offered. He seemed on edge slightly. Nobody came to your house this late: only the RFA or Vanderwood. And the RFA was here. And Vanderwood was in the U.S. with Saeyoung. You felt a million times better with Saeran by your side.

You took a glance at the camera situated near the door. Was that... Saeyoung? “Why is he knocking?” You asked. Saeran subtly grabbed a knife from the knife block.

“What, are you afraid it’s his evil twin?” You joked. He probably would have laughed if he hadn’t been so nervous. You thought it was kinda funny. Saeyoung was always big on entrances; this was probably all a bit.

You opened the door a decent amount but not all the way. Saeran had put you on edge honestly. “Saeyoung!” You greeted, as though you hadn’t looked at the monitors already to see who was there. “Why’d you knock? You quite literally programmed the entry.”

He swung his bag off his shoulder, setting it down. “You know, now that I think about it, it was probably pretty concerning to see me ringing the doorbell. I just wanted a dramatic entrance.”

That was your Seven. There was no denying it. You launched yourself towards him and wrapped your arms around him in a tight hug. He picked you up, feet flailing in the air. He set you down gently. “Hey Saeran. What’s with the knife?”

Saeran’s eyes widened, and he leaned over to set the knife down on the counter, making his way to greet his brother. Seven pulled him in for a hug which made him extremely flustered, but you could tell he was happy his brother was home.

The RFA had made their way to the doorway to see what was the cause of all the commotion. “Welcome home, Saeyoung,” Jumin smiled. Everyone else joined him in greeting the redhead. He had his arm tight around your waist as he said hi to everyone.

“I thought you weren’t supposed to be back for another week or so,” you commented, turning to look at him. He turned to face you, your cheeks so close they were almost touching one another.

“But how could I miss game night!? I love game night.” He joked, a wide smile on his face.

“We’re playing Life though. Six players max.” Yoosung explained, scratching the back of his neck.

“Don’t worry about it. We can make you be a paper clip or something. We haven’t gotten too far into the game,” you reassured him. He absolutely loved Life.

“Eh, it’s fine. Can I just be on your team?” He asked, poking at your side. Zen made a comment on that not being how the game worked at all, but Saeyoung brushed him off. “I’m playing the role of husband. It counts. Have you gotten married yet?” He asked you.

You giggled. “Yep. I’m about to buy my house.”

“Oh man,” his face fell. “Well what am I gonna do with the ring then?”

“What ring? What are you talking about?” He was confusing as always. You knew he was teasing you, though, from the way his eyes sparkled as he played along.

He reached into his jacket, pulling out a box and popping it open. “This ring.” Your jaw dropped. It was so beautiful. There was a large square cut diamond that caught all the light from the kitchen, with small diamonds lining the band. “I was gonna try and be your husband but I guess that role’s already taken.”

“Saeyoung... I-“ you didn’t even know where to start. He still had his stupid grin on his face. “I’m so confused. This does not seem like the time to be messing around with me.” You chewed your lip nervously. Was he seriously planning on proposing?

He let out an extremely exaggerated sigh, mumbling “fine” and getting down on his knee. “Will you leave your husband in The Game of Life for me, and marry me, but for real? Like in real life?”

You laughed. The movement caused a tear to fall down your cheek. You sniffled. “Of course I will Saeyoung.”

The RFA was clapping; it was so cheesy. Saeyoung got up, complaining about how his knee hurt from the concrete, and took the ring from its box, sliding it on your finger. “Did you sign a prenup or anything? I hope you don’t lose it all in the divorce.” He teased, still very focused on your board game marriage.

“Shut up you idiot,” you joked back, pulling him in for a kiss, his hands finding your hips easily and pulling you closer. Saeran whined something about PDA and the RFA went back inside, telling you to come back In when you were done being all gross.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I was coming back,” Saeyoung whispered, his features only highlighted by the moonlight now that the house door was shut. “I wanted to surprise you. I know you don’t always like my surprises, but was this one okay?”

“Best surprise ever,” you grinned, plastering kisses all over his cheek until he was laughing nonstop. “Now let’s go inside before we go completely bankrupt.”

“We’ll have to find a good lawyer to help file the divorce papers,” he commented, scanning his way back into the house.

“Well, Yoosung is the lawyer, so good luck with that one.”

#mystic messenger #mysme #seven #folklore

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wonderfulworldofmichaelford · 4 years ago

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Is It Really THAT Bad?

Dr. Seuss is no stranger to cinematic adaptations, and even less of a stranger to animation. And whenever Seuss gets animated, you can typically expect good things, as opposed to when his work is live action, in which case you can expect…

Yeah…

Anyway, imagine the excitement people must have felt when the creative team behind Despicable Me and the writing team behind the underrated gem Horton Hears a Who got together to do a fresh new take on The Lorax! This was in Illumination’s heyday, before they ended up showcasing that they’re more interested in churning out cheap products for maximum profit, so there was plenty of hope that this could be good. Then came all the commercial tie-ins.

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Now, this alone shouldn’t be indicative of the final product. Maybe stuff like this is just a bunch of suits horribly missing the point of the original story! Maybe the actual film will be better! Well… while the film was no flop, and while it certainly got a better reception than most of the films I’ve talked about here, the film was derided by many for being an extremely shallow and lacking adaptation that adds unneeded junk to a story that didn’t need it in such a way that ultimately dilutes the message. It turns a story that operated on shades of gray and turned it into a cartoonish spectacle that would make even Captain Planet blush. Not helping was the rabid fanbase on Tumblr who shipped the Once-ler with… himself… or Jack Frost… forever tainting the film in the eyes of those on the internet.

Things got so bad eventually even the [REDACTED] Critic reviewed the film in his usual over-the-top, accentuate the negative style, and as some people still treat his word as gospel, this has most likely colored the perception of the film. So while it’s certainly not to the same level of infamy as the usual subjects of Is It Really THAT Bad? I still wanted to put this movie on here and ask one simple question:

How ba-ah-ah-ad can it be?

THE GOOD

So let me just get it out of the way: the movie’s villain song, “How Bad Can I Be,” legitimately is awesome and is frankly one of the best villain songs ever. No, I’m not kidding. It’s just a fun, rocking number with some neat visuals, and while it’s a shame the cut rock opera-esque “Biggering” is probably the better song, this one is definitely more fun and meme-worthy. Shake that bottom line!

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Now, the casting is, for the most part, pretty fantastic. Minor characters like the grandma played by Betty White are a lot of fun, but really, the main piece of awesome casting is Danny DeVito as the titular Seuss creation. DeVito as the Lorax is just so incredible, perfect, and inspired that it boggles the mind how anyone could possibly come up with such amazing casting.

As far as antagonizing forces in the film go, the Once-ler’s awful, vile family are enjoyable in a “love to hate” sort of way. While it’s certainly kind of iffy that they felt the need to give the Once-ler more of an excuse for his actions beyond just simple greed, it isn’t so bad that what they came up with was familial pressure. In fact, they’re actually much better at antagonists than O’Hare, the actual villain of the film, and the fact the movie give him so much focus despite having such fascinating characters that would have had a really great thematic purpose; hell, they should have been the rulers of Thneedville instead og O’Hare! There’s so much untapped potential with these, quite frankly, very interesting characters.

I guess I should say the Once-ler is a pretty decent character in and of himself, but he very much suffers from the same problem the Jim Carrey Grinch does – he’s a good, enjoyable character in his own right, but he’s not a very good Once-ler. In fact, he at points borders on “in name only” territory. Still, he does have a pretty solid arc, and that villain song slaps, so… I think he’s solid, and Ed Helms does a good job voicing him.

THE BAD

Jon Lajoie, while in character as his misogynistic moron rapper MC Vagina, said this:

When I first heard this lyric, I didn’t understand it… but his words were a prophecy, because that is, in all honesty, the plot of this film. Our flavorless protagonist Ted really just wants to get the Truffula trees back so he can get into the pants of the local smoking hot redhead hippie, Audrey. It gets to the point where Ted’s motivations are so boring and shallow that Audrey actually would have made a far more interesting and compelling protagonist, seeing as she already has an inexplicable knowledge of the trees and cares about nature. When they already changed so much in the story I don’t see why they couldn’t just make the protagonist a girl while they were at it. As it is, she barely has any presence and feels like a waste, which becomes all the more awful when you know she’s being played by a stunt casted Taylor Swift instead of an actual voice actor or even an actor period. At least Ted is Zac Efron, an actual actor, though he doesn’t do a particularly good job himself.

Then we have our villain, O’Hare. O’Hare has all the subtlety of a Captain Planet villain but none of the cheesy goodness and fun. Sure, Rob Riggle does some good delivery and gives O’Hare some memetastic moments, and sure, his selling of canned air is oddly prescient of things that happened in real life in India (though technically President Skroob Spaceballs beat him to the punch by a few decades) but it doesn’t really redeem O’Hare from being an excessively weak villain who is shoehorned into the plot solely to turn the story into a black and white morality tale. It… doesn’t work at all. What also doesn’t help is that O’Hare has an absolutely repugnant character design, looking like if Edna Mode got mangled by a sixteen wheeler and left in a ditch on the side of the road.

Finally, this movie just doesn’t really respect the story to any great degree. As mentioned above, it waters down a story that presented arguments from both sides and, while still ultimately showing the Once-ler to be wrong and shortsighted, did have him make some valid points. Here, the story is presented as there being a clear cut good and evil in a horrendously unsubtle and unpalatable way. Yes, we get that extreme deforestation and overuse of resources is bad, you don’t need to beat us over the head with it. It doesn’t help that the film also crams in a bunch of cringeworthy pop culture humor that really doesn’t add much to the story; say what you will about the anime scene from Horton, at least there was a bit of substance and reason for it. Having characters sing the Mission: Impossible theme is just making a reference for the sake of making a reference.

Is It Really THAT Bad?

So I’m gonna say that I don’t particularly find this movie to be good, per se. It’s very dumbed down and more than a little undermined by the various brand tie ins. It is a poorly executed black and white morality tale that was crafted from a very deep and engaging piece of children’s literature, and on that level, I don’t think this movie works even a little bit. Still, there’s some enjoyment that can be mined from this, particularly from some of the more so bad it’s good moments, as well as DeVito’s performance and some actual good moments of story and character. There’s some stuff to like here if you dig a bit, but really, I don’t think you really should have to do a deep dig into The Lorax to get some enjoyment.

Overall, I wouldn’t really say this movie is totally bad, but it’s definitely not good, either; it veers more into the territory of “so bad it’s good,” which is a shame but also kind of refreshing. It’s definitely an interesting film to talk about, and there are a few things about it that work, but ultimately it’s not enough to really raise the film to the level of the classic animated Seuss adaptations or even to the level of Horton. At its best, it’s okay, and at its worst, it actively undermines its own messages. I think the 6.4 it has is pretty fair… maybe a bit too fair, if I’m being honest. I’d give it something like a 5.7 or 5.8.

Again, it’s not the worst thing ever like some might tell you; hell, the adaptation of How the Grinch Stole Christmas Illumination would go on to make is probably a worse movie. But it still doesn’t really do anything that adds to the story its telling, and it ultimately comes off as saccharine, forgettable childish fluff. It’s really a harmless movie, but it’s still probably gonna grate on anyone who holds the original story in high esteem. The {REDACTED] Critic was a bit hyperbolic in his review, but I do think he was right in principle. This movie feels like a calculated, corporate adaptation meant to be as inoffensive and marketable as possible much like every Illumination film post-Despicable Me. And if there’s one thing The Lorax shouldn’t be, it’s “inoffensive and marketable.”

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thediverismylove · 5 years ago

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LOVER TRACK BY TRACK REVIEW

i forgot that you existed — don’t like the beginning she sounds like a robot lol. “in my feelings more than drake”??? girl no thank you. not a big fan of this song. 3/10. fave lyric is “it isn’t love / it isn’t hate / it’s just indifference”; least fave is “in my feelings more than drake, yeah”.

cruel summer — love the production on this one! her voice sounds really good and i love the way she sings “cruel summer”. 8.5/10. fave lyric is “so cut the headlights / summer’s a knife / i’m always waiting for you just to cut to the bone”; no least fave lyrics here!

lover — the TENDERNESS of this song! love how easy and pretty and acoustic it it is. 9.5/10. fave lyric is “my heart’s been borrowed and yours has been blue / all’s well that ends well to end up with you”; no least fave again!

the man — okay “when everyone believes you / what’s that like?” wig! also when she’s like if i was a man…….then i’d be the man…….and the synths do That in the background? it does feel very Feminism 101 in the verses but the chorus is fun! idk i expected more from this one and it’s def fun but not an all time fave. 6/10. fave lyric is “i’m so sick of running as fast as i can / wondering if i’d get there quicker if i was a man”; least fave is “and they would toast to me, oh, let the players play / i’d be just like leo in saint tropez”.

the archer — SO gorgeous and vulnerable! love the gentle and introspective vibes of this one and how simple the backing track is. her voice is so pretty in this one! would love to hear this totally acoustic. 9.5/10. fave lyric is “i cut off my nose just to spite my face / and i hate my reflection for years and years”; least fave is the pre-chorus bit that’s similar to humpty dumpty you know the one lol.

i think he knows — ugh hate the intro again talky-singing works well for her sometimes but it really doesn’t work here. very bored by this one. it feels like it’s trying so hard to be fun but it doesn’t have particularly interesting instrumentals/synths/whatever and her voice is way too talky-singy for me here. the last chorus is kinda fun but not enough to fix the whole song. 4/10. favorite lyric is “he got my heartbeat / skipping down sixteenth avenue baby”; least fave is “he got that boyish look that i like in a man / i am an architect, i’m drawing up the plans”.

miss americana & the heartbreak prince — pretty intro! the talky-singing works a little better for me here. the pageant/prom conceit is fun. very amused by her still comparing her adult life to high school prom considering she left high school at like what 15/16 for music? jdeasjkkjcskjn it’s fun tho this song is fun. i have a feeling this one will grow on me. 8/10. fave lyric is “we're so sad, we paint the town blue / voted most likely to run away with you”; least fave is the “she’s a bad bad girl bit” lol

paper rings — ooh fun intro! like whatever effect they have over her voice. this one has a really cool beat. like the kiss me once/kiss me twice bit. the chorus is really sweet! the tune is very dance-worthy. i could def see this being played in a romcom (cue me adding it to the playlist for my gay summer camp romcom). didn’t expect to like this one so much but i’m enjoying it a lot so far! idk abt the lyrics im not even listening that closely jfekwjakjnkjn i just love the beat and the effect they have over her voice. also can’t stop thinking about when rey @theglowpt2 said “wrap your arms around me, baby boy” sounds something the try guys would shout at each other lmfao. 8.5/10. fave lyric is “darling, you’re the one i want / and paper rings and picture frames and dirty dreams / oh, you’re the one i want”; least fave is “wrap your arms around me, baby boy” bc of aforementioned try guys energies making it humorous instead of cute as intended for me.

cornelia street — like her voice in the intro it sounds very pretty and soft! don’t like the weird synth thing going on at the beginning tho it’s giving me a headache. don’t like the way she launches into the chorus it feels very abrupt. “we bless the rains on cornelia street” lol is this a toto ref? this one is pretty underwhelming ngl. her voice is pretty in some places here though. would probably enjoy an acoustic version of this a lot more. 6/10. fave lyric is “and baby, i get mystified by how this city screams your name”; no least fave lyric but i hate those loud synth things at the beginning more than anything.

death by a thousand cuts — totally thought this was gonna be a song about like. bitter ~haters~ or smth by the title. her voice is really pretty after the “my my my” bit! love the synths in this one. the line about the traffic lights…...wig! okay totally expected to not like this one but i kinda like it. laughing at her going “UNITED WE STAND” tho lmfao. this one will def grow on me. 8/10. fave lyric is “i ask the traffic lights if it’ll be alright / they say i don’t know”; least fave is “our songs, our films, united we stand / our country, guess it was a lawless land”.

london boy — oh excited for the absolute INSANITY of this one girls! DID SHE JUST REFER TO HER HOMETOWN AS SOCAL GIRL YOU ARE FROM PENNSYLVANIA!!!!! also so amused about she needs to reference the fact that she is american and her bf is british so many times. if i heard this song out in public i’d have to die. did she make a p!atd ref lol. unfortunate as hell but it’s kinda fun. 4/10. fave is none of it; least fave is all of it.

soon you’ll get better — oh this one is gonna make me SOB i just know it!!!! the vulnerableness of it all. thank you for a song about family ms taylor! the harmonies w the dixie chicks i’m ascending. this one is so so gorgeous and heartbreaking and the first song off this album that actually really made me Feel Something. 10/10. fave lyric is “the buttons of my coat were tangled in my hair / in doctor’s office lighting / i didn’t tell you i was scared”; no least fave!!! She’s Perfect

false god — intro is fun! i like her voice in this one it’s #sexi. the line abt being nyc is funny lol…..girl what does that mean you are not a town what does that MEAAAAN. taylor swift said YES i fuck what about it in this song. the line about being the west village…...what does that mean? he’s expensive??? 6.5/10. fave lyric is “the altar is my hips / even if it’s a false god / we’d still worship this love”; least fave is “staring out the window like i’m not your favorite town / i’m new york city, i’d still do it for you, babe”.

you need to calm down — i REFUUUUSE to listen to this song all the way it’s so corny and ridiculous. taylor rly thot she was doing smth w this one. 3.5/10. no fave lyric; least fave is like. ALL of it it’s very cheesy.

afterglow — pretty vocals! love me some vulnerable songs. not much to say about this one lol. i like the chorus a lot. 7.5/10. fave lyric is “fighting with a true love is boxing with no gloves / chemistry 'til it blows up, 'til there’s no us / why'd I have to break what i love so much?”; least fave is “tell me that it’s not my fault / tell me that i’m all you want / even when i break your heart”.

me! — unpopular opinion but i actually prefer me! to yntcd. idk why i just feel like me! knows how ridiculous and silly it is but yntcd does not. maybe that’s just me tho? 4/10. can’t believe she killed the best line of all time aka “hey kids spelling is fun”...that was HILARIOUSLY BAD AND WONDERFUL AT THE SAME TIME. that would’ve been the fave; least fave is the awkward uncomfortable space where “hey kids spelling is fun” used to be.

it’s nice to have a friend — very forgettable. her vocals here are pretty but the song overall is nothing special imo. do like the dreamy vibes tho! 4.5/10. fave or least fave lyrics tbh it’s just boring to me pretty but boring.

daylight — WHY is taylor swift so obsessed w/ mentioning that some of her friends turned out to be dicks. absolutely OBSESSED w/ that edit that’s like “i wounded the good and trusted the wicked” over katy perry and karlie kloss respectively it’s peak comedy. very pretty vocals but has some unfortunate lyrics! 5.5/10. fave lyric is “i, i just think that / you are what you love”; least fave is “i wounded the good and i trusted the wicked / clearing the air, i breathed in the smoke”.

overall: probably like a 6.5/10? had some really great tracks like lover & the archer & soon you’ll get better but also some BAD ones like me!, yntcd, and i forgot that you existed. it was a fun time but not an all time fave. in terms of tswift album rankings i’m not sure where i’d put it yet get back to me on that one. anyways i’m gonna go listen to lucy dacus now bye

#taylor swift #lover #lover review #enjoy lads.....

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dontblamemebrucemademecrazy · 5 years ago

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Good morning Swifties! No one asked for my track by track thoughts on Lover but I want to share them anyway so here we go!

I Forgot That You Existed - what. a. great. opener. I love this song, it feels like Taylor shook off her reputation snakeskin and is ready to rock her Lover wings. I can feel the happiness in Taylor’s voice singing this.

Cruel Summer - A WHOLE BOP. I cannot wait to scream at the top of my lungs .~*HE LOOKS UP GRINNING LIKE A DEVIL AND ITS NEWWWWWWW*~. on tour with all my fellow Swifties. One of my absolute favorites on the album (it’s so hard to pick just one favorite so we just won’t go there). This bridge feels like the love child of out of the woods’ bridge and blank space.

Lover - another one of my favorites. This song is just so completely stunning. The only way to describe this song is romantic and timeless. Stunning visuals on the music video. We’ve spent years loving Taylor’s love songs but this song feels like the first song about being truly in love and I think it’s one of the best songs she’s ever written.

The Man - the production on this is fantastic. I would love to see a music video for this, I think the visuals could make such a statement. Love the Leo reference. As a woman who has experience with being treated differently than men in my career, this is 100% being added to my girl power playlist. It almost reminds me of the song in A Star is Born - Why Did You Do That? Which is iconic.

The Archer - this woman’s lyricism is on a different level than anyone else out there. The way she captures anxiety and imposter syndrome so perfectly combined with the instrumental build up makes this song such an emotional trip.

I Think He Knows - love this one! I want to do a flash mob to this song in the middle of Central Park. Can I make cheesy choreography to this and perform it in public and call it a flash mob? No? Ok I still love everything about this song. Fave line - he’s so obsessed with me and Boyyy I understanddddd 😉

Miss Americana and The Heartbreak Prince - this has rep vibes with a dash of I Knew You Were Trouble spice? I feel like such a moody queen breaking it down while singing “miss amer-i-can-a and the heart-break prince (OKAY)”. Love how different this sounds than the first set of songs.

Paper Rings - ok Taylor???? Take my money, my soul and dignity with this song. This one is soooooooo fun! I love the instruments (especially the drums) in this one. Stay Stay Stay’s older cooler pop punk sister is alive and well in this song.

Cornelia Street - wow, I feel like I am sitting in the back of the car with Taylor and experiencing the flash forwards of this relationship when I listen to this one. My heart aches when I listen to this song. The chorus makes me want to emotionally sway and scream the lyrics with my bestie while wine drunk. Love the reference to love being her religion (hi don’t blame me)

Death By A Thousand Cuts - brb spending the rest of my life trying to learn how to play this on guitar. Another one of my favorites, the lyricism is outstanding, production is beautiful. Fave lyric in this one - I ask the traffic lights if it’ll be alright, they say I.. don’t... know. Also love the “my”s echoing in the background of the bridge. Love love love this one.

London Boy - this one gives me big end game / king of my heart vibes for some reason. I just took a trip to London a few weeks ago and I feel like I can sing this song with so much more passion now that I know the places she’s referencing 😂 it’s a cute bop. Taylor if you ever wanna day drink in the afternoon in Soho, let me know!

Soon You’ll Get Better - this is going to be one of the Taylor songs that I can’t listen to often. The lyrics hit too close to home, I can only imagine how hard this was to write and record. Taylor, this song is so beautiful. Sending all my love to you and your family.

False God - ok, so this song is SEXY sexy. That sax. The accent voice (idk what this is called?). Dress is found rolled up in a ball in the back of Taylor’s closet. Phew, this song is such a mood.

You Need To Calm Down - a bop since it first came out. Music video is legendary. Big Swift Evergy in this song. I blame this song for me telling everyone who exists that they need to calm down.

Afterglow - I think this song really ties into the theme that Taylor is going for on Lover. This song is so important, there are moments like this in relationships and the lyrics really hit home. Love isn’t always the “Lover” and “I Think He Knows” moments. I don’t think I’ve ever heard a song from any other artist that’s captured this aspect of relationships so perfectly. Fave line - why’d I have to break what I love so much?

Me! - again another bop since day one. Love how it fits in with the rest of the album. Self love is so important everyone!!!! You have to love yourself and see your worth in a relationship! Catch me trying to hit the high heee heeee heeeeee notes for the rest of my life.

It’s Nice To Have A Friend - probably the most interesting song on the whole album. The way she maintains the same emotion while singing the entire song is very non-Taylor esque if that makes sense? I feel like we’re so used to hearing her pour emotion into her delivery. I would love to hear more on the background and songwriting process for this one. I can’t stop listening to this track.

Daylight - wow what a breath of fresh air. This feels so airy and I can feel the weight being lifted off of Taylor shoulders. Perfect song to walk to watch the sunrise in the morning with good headphones. Feels like a new beginning but it’s the closing track which is so cool. I love the way she sings “it’s brighter now”. Love the reference back to Red. Perfect closing track.

@taylorswift this record is an absolute masterpiece and I am SO proud to be your fan. This is some of your best work and you should be extremely proud of yourself - this is YOURS. No one can take that away from you. You deserve all the success in the world, can’t wait to watch how the rest of this era unfolds. I’ll be by your side until the very end 💘

Thanks for coming to my Taylor Talk. @taylornation

#lover #lover review #taylurking #taylornation

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imnewyorkcitybitxh · 6 years ago

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24 things I learned before turning 24

Inspired by @taylorswift.

1. It is safe to say being a Taylor Swift fangirl was most definitely not a phase. 13 years and counting sistas.

2. Essential oils before bed really does wonders. Lavender remedies your sleepless nights.

3. “Don’t forget to stop and smell the roses.” I’ve made a legitimate effort to take the time to examine flowers when I see or pass them. The intricacy really puts things into perspective.

4. If it doesn’t feel right, it isn’t right. I’ve learned to not settle for anything due to impatience. Have trust in the powers that be.

5. You’re not going to be best friends with everyone...and that’s ok. #Taurus

6. Guitar. I had my first guitar lesson when I was 7, and I picked it back up when I was 18. I’m no more than an amateur, but I always find peace and a positive distraction from life when playing or learning a new song. I owe a lot to my guitar.

7. Find friends that truly believe in you. Supportive friends can change everything. If your friends don’t support what you love, don’t change what you love. Change your friends.

8. Facts aren’t mean. (If you know, you know)

9. Not knowing where you’re going doesnt mean you’re going the wrong way.

10. If you’re too kind, people think you don’t have what it takes. If you’re too stern, people think you’re an unreasonable bitch. So be who you are, do what you love, and don’t let anyone tell you what you’re made for. (*Mean by Taylor Swift plays in the background*)

11. I’ve learned that being bad at flirting might be my best flirting technique tbh.

12. You’ve gotta find the things that make you smile your biggest smile, and cling to them. We live life everyday, usually doing the same things in a rinse-repeat cycle, but we need to find the things that make us feel alive. Yes. Cheesy. But for me, it’s concerts. Entering a whole different world and watching the crowd become one for a moment UGH I’m in my feels. K next

13. 89% sure I was meant to be an 80s baby.

14. One of the most difficult things I’ve learned is, there is no such thing as perfection.

15. Some people will hurt you in ways you’ll never understand. It��s not always your job to try to fix someone or what they’ve done, and that might be the most painful part.

16. Time can heal most anything.

17. It’s ok to ask for help sometimes.

18. Don’t judge a person by their Instagram.

19. Doing things alone can be fun! Concerts, or dinner, shopping, whatever. I discovered it’s not lame, it’s liberating.

20. It’s ok to voice your opinions on politics if not many (around you) agree with you. If you don’t, you’re not doing your part.

21. Traveling to new places and acting like a tourist in familiar places is so important. I’ve found the beauty in the world is easiest seen when you truly appreciate it.

22. I would be absolutely lost without my mom. She is my saving grace.

23. Happiness is not forever. Enjoy when you have it, and know it will be back when you don’t.

24. Go Dawgs. Always.

Thank you for the birthday wishes! Here’s to 24!

#feelin 24 #but #forever feelin 22 #taylor swift

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tayluckyswift-blog · 6 years ago

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What Taylor Swift Means to Me

When I hear or see the name “Taylor Swift”, my mind instantly fills with all of the memories I have of loving and listening to Taylor Swift, and this post is a way for me to express just how much Taylor’s music means to me, and the memories that are tied with some of my favorite songs.

Teardrops On My Guitar - I remember being 13, laying in bed and staring at the clock radio on my night stand. The local country radio station played this song and all I could think about was (at the time - the love of my life), the boy I had been crushing on the whole school year. Oh Michael - if only you knew I’m married now!

A Place In This World - The summer before I began highschool, this song was the number one played track on my iPod. I just remember laying out in the sun with a book in my lap, listening to this and relating so strongly to the lyrics. I was young. I had no idea what I wanted out of my future or what to expect. Even now - 12 years later, I still turn on this song and begin to wonder what I’m even doing with my life. It resonates to my very core.

Love Story - This song came out the fall of my freshmen year. I remember I had THE biggest crush on this boy, we’ll call him R. Truth be told he was my first love - no we never dated, but my crush was so strong it lasted all four years up until graduation. When I hear Love Story, I think of R and laugh about all the ways I used to convince we were meant to be. It’s a nice little memoir of the simpler days when all that mattered was the Friday night football game.

Untouchable - I’ll be honest, when I was younger this song did absolutely nothing for me. But now, 10 years after it’s release, I hear it and consider it one of my favorites. I listen and I think of my husband and how much I love him and how thankful I am to the universe that we found each other.

Enchanted - Back to R. I was head over heels in love with this song, and my 16 year old brain was head over heels in love with R. I have a journal somewhere where I wrote out the chorus, begging the pages that R wasn’t in love with another girl (was I crazy? Probably). But it just goes to show how delicate a young girl’s emotions can be. We believe in magic and love and crave it so deeply. It’s a strong emotion and this song and the lyrics reiterate how wonderful of a feeling it is to have.

Last Kiss - This song kills me. Partly because I still remember the night my best friend pulled up in my driveway, and how we listened to this song on repeat at 1 am because her boyfriend had just broken up with her. Partly because I am no longer friends with this girl. We had a falling out last year, and when I hear this song I think of her. And how every bit of our friendship is in the past, and that we’ve already shared our “lasts”.

Red (album as a whole) - At first, I was not the biggest fan of Red. Sure, I’d learned the album front to back and had my favorites, All Too Well, Starlight, 22, but there were a lot of emotions I couldn’t relate to. It was my freshmen year of college when this album came out. I still had yet to experience what a real relationship was like. I was OBSESSED with a boy band *cough* *cough* Big Time Rush. I didn’t have time for Taylor Swift. I was too busy trying to figure out life and what I wanted to major in, trying to balance full time school, part time job, and a social life. Looking back now, Red is one of my favorite albums of hers, and I am so sad I overlooked it the way I did. This album had such phenomenal lyrics, and even better life lessons. I’m so sorry I (and the rest of the world), didn’t give it the true acknowledgement it deserved at the time.

Style - 1989 came out the fall I had started dating my first real boyfriend (now husband). This song, along with almost every other song on this album had me HOOKED. I listened to this song for months, never getting sick of it. It is my favorite off the album. The beat, the lyrics, the music video. Everything about this song was perfect. And at the time when 1989 my life couldn’t have been any better.

Clean & This Love - I cried a lot to these songs, and it was well deserved. I made mistakes in the beginning of my relationship. Mistakes I’m not proud of that I would give my life to take back. But the guilt! The guilt ate at me like a disease that spread. I bawled my eyes out, thinking, ‘I’ve just gone and lost the love of my life.’ I thank every single star in the sky that my boyfriend gave me another chance. I was young and dumb and irresponsible. I listen to these songs now and I feel an overwhelming urge to cry, not out of sadness, but out of sheer gratitude.

Dancing With Our Hands Tied - I remember skipping class that night and laying on my couch with the Christmas tree lights on, counting down the minutes to when Reputation would be released. I will always remember that night. The lights, the feeling of excitement. It is probably in the top 5 of happiest nights of my life that I’ve experienced in the last 10 years. It’s such a good feeling, to be excited about something you’ve been looking forward to FOR 3 YEARS and seeing it come to life. Out of all the songs on Reputation, this is hands down my favorite. And want to know a secret? I created my own dance to it as well. It’s cheesy and awful...but I love it and I’ll never forget dancing around my house with my headphones on, just enjoying life. **It does help this was the first era I saw her in concert. There were so many tears**

This is the end of a very long post. If you’ve made it this far, hats off to you! I’d just like to say a big thank you to Taylor Swift. You’ve impacted my life in more ways than either you or I can imagine. You create songs that have long lasting impacts on your fans. You are a true wonder, and a gift to the musical world. Never quit being unabashedly YOU!

#taylor swift #taylurking #wow I really went on there #about me

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metinthehallway · 6 years ago

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Idek what this is, it’s just an idea that came to me upon looking at that one pic of harry sitting on the grass with a red bandanna around his neck and sunglasses on his head. Nothin too serious but I thought I’d post bc it’s 7 am and why not? 4.5k words of nonsense

In the flat green fields of Woodstock, New York, a young man sits with his knees pulled lazily to his chest. He’s found the perfect place to disappear, a tucked away corner in the shade of a large elm tree, a refuge from the constant commotion of the festival happening around him. It’s only the first day and he’s seen about 30 people carted away on makeshift stretchers either due to heat stroke, dehydration or too much LSD, about two thirds of them most likely suffering from all three. Scoping out the bodies swaying barefoot to the tune up of an electric guitar, he lets his mind wander. To this morning, finally dragging himself out of the body-sized indent in his bed. To last night, lying beneath the stars on the hood of his 1957 Cadillac, soft palms resting right on the hot metal as if it could burn the fingerprints right off his body. As if it could burn the existence right out of him.

To last month and the letter in the mail that changed the coursing river of his fate. The swiftness of the water sludged down to a motionless one, not a ripple to be seen for miles. He thought back to the letter, written in blue ink, written five states away in a room he’s never seen before. She sat in that unfamiliar room, on an unfamiliar chair and whipped out the most formal stationary she owned and proceeded to cross her T’s and dot her I’s and break his heart. She used to spray her letters with his favorite perfume of hers so that when they arrived they would carry a sweet reminder; that she remembered the small details about him, that she remembered enough of him to call it love.

When the mailman unceremoniously dropped the pile of bills and subscriptions and a single handwritten letter onto his entryway floor he didn’t know he would spend the rest of the day in his room, on his bed, staring at the blazing summer sun making its way across his wall. The letter, adorned with drying tear stains that marred the pretty blue cursive, was absent of any faint trace of lemon. It was more bitter than the words that played on repeat in his mind, a record player skipping on the ugliest part of the song and distorting itself into a continuous screech. Words saying over and over again, “it’s not you, it’s the distance”. As if she wasn’t the one who created the distance in the first place.

The unmistakable sound of a cheering crowd brought him back to the present. Harry felt the grass poking at the tender skin of his hands as he ran them back and forth lazily to the music emitting from the speakers. A band he didn’t know the name of just walked on stage and everyone went wild, tipping their beers and sloshing the beverage all over the ground below them. He frowned, looking across the littered lawn at the variety of trash blanketing the green earth. Piles of cups, cans and bottles discarded, cigarette butts and clipped joints burned amongst wrappers of fast food and flyers showcasing the lineups for the day. He thought it was such an unnecessary thing to do as the large dumpsters lining the perimeters stood empty and void of their purpose. It was unfair. And he suddenly felt a great need to do something about it. Anything to get his mind off her.

Harry stood to his feet and brushed off the back of his pants so they would be free of dirt, ignoring the inevitable grass stains on his dark grey corduroys, and fixed the red bandanna tied loosely around his collar. He took off in the direction of the largest trash pile. He hadn’t even wanted to be here. He loved music, sure, but he bought these tickets months ago with his friends with the money he saved from his shoveling side job during the winter when things were drastically different. He’s been mentally preparing himself for the amazing experience he would soon have at dear old Woodstock. He planned everything down to the minute but what he hadn’t planned on was his girlfriend of 2 years to up and cut all forms of ties she had with him, which nowadays were only came in a weekly letter due to her having moved miles away. He couldn’t even enjoy himself here, couldn’t allow the music to wash over him in that special healing way it did when he heard a spectacular guitar riff or felt the beat of the drums sync up with his pulse.

So he grabbed a leaf bag that lined one of the smaller garbages towards the center of the festival and walked around, picking up single pieces of wayward trash before moving to the more compact piles. He didn’t realize how far he’d walked until his bag was filled to the brim with a plethora of waste and his arms started to ache in protest. Half carrying and half dragging the bag, he headed over to the industrial dumpsters and wrangled the ballooned bag over the top of the container. A hot and soupy liquid leaked onto his chest in the process and he recoiled, dropping half of the bags contents back on the ground. He groaned and with a dejected sigh and began to pick it all up again. When he straightened at the waist, he felt a pair of eyes boring holes into his back. He shrugged off the feeling as there were obviously a lot of eyes in the vicinity today and successfully got rid of the garbage once and for all.

Turning around, Harry made eye contact with a girl about 100 feet away. She looked to be around his age, maybe younger, holding a trash picker in one hand and a nearly full black garbage bag in the other. In a quick once over he notices long black hair trailing onto the ruffled shoulders of a white floral blouse that ended at the waistband of dark brown bell bottoms, giving way to thickly strapped sandals peeking underneath the fabric. She gives him a wide smile and throws up a peace sign, her chubby fingers clad with an assortment of rings on each one. He thought it must be difficult to use the picker with the clunky bands of metal hitting the switch every other second to open up the claws at the end when they didn’t need to be opened up. He tilts his head slightly to the side and furrowing his brows he lets a small, tight smile take over his face. She must’ve thought he was a fellow advocate for Mother Earth like her. He wasn’t really. He just needed something to do.

Averting her gaze, he finds his way through the disjointed crowds in search of his friends, Eric and Johnny. He was hoping he could see Eric’s circular afro bopping above the sea of bouncing heads or Johnny’s tremendously long arms flailing out of rhythm to the heavy music sounding out through the trees. He was ready to go and they had all taken Harry’s car to Woodstock. Fumbling with his keys, he saw a familiar body going hard in the middle of a mosh pit, semi greasy pieces of hair flying about Johnny’s face as his bony elbows found a different target to impale every two seconds. Taking a deep breath and squaring his shoulders, Harry braved the pit. His feet were being crushed every time he took a step and he stopped just outside of the core of the mosh, hanging low in the outer edge. He called out his friends name.

“Johnny! Johnny Menzel!” Harry repeated his name until the letters no longer made sense and his name no longer sounded like a word. Johnny was too caught up in the music. Harry wishes he could throw away his brain, wishes he could actually enjoy himself this weekend but alas. Here he was, wanting to go home to sulk in his bed after only three hours at the festival. They were supposed to go all night, him and his friends, even after the acts had finished their gigs. He told them he would stay for them because they knew he was going through the ringer at the moment and he wanted to be that reliable Harry he was, not this flakey, emotional Harry. But here he was, going back on his word. Harry traveled further into the dense crowd of flying limbs and swirling hair and tugged on Johnny’s shoulder, turning him around to face him.

“Harry! Fancy seeing you here dude,” Johnny exclaimed, brushing a sweaty strand of dirt colored hair out of his eyes in order to see his friend. Red rimmed the translucent blue irises, eyelids drooping heavily over them as a cheesy grin found its way onto his face. Harry resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Johnny was having fun, everyone around him was having fun. So why couldn’t he? Johnny had four months of rent to worry about that was due in two days but here he was, head banging to some obscure band amidst total strangers with their own problems. Maybe that was the way to let forget about it; smoke a whole lot of weed and let your body do all the thinking. Harry felt he couldn’t even do that, though. He just wanted to go home.

One look at Harry’s face and Johnny could tell what he was thinking. Shaking his head quickly, he backed away from Harry with his palms up and started to walk over to the canteen where they were selling bottled water for outrageous prices. Harry followed him and watched as he whistled and started picking at the bush next to the table, seemingly interested in its foliage. Harry knew what he was doing, having seen this same scene play out hundreds of times. The person in the chair counting money didn’t notice when Johnny swiped a cold bottle from the row and strutted away, Harry scoffing and trailing behind.

“Listen,” Harry says, catching up to Johnny. “I’ll stay the whole day tomorrow, I promise. I just can’t today. It’s too hot and...loud,” Harry finished, grasping for any excuse and coming up short. Of course it’s loud and sweaty. They’re at a music festival. In the middle of August.

Johnny could hear the absolute bullshit in his words and whirled around, placing a cold and condensated hand on Harry’s shoulder, chugging half of the water in one gulp before opening his mouth. “Yeah, because that’s totally the reason you want to leave before Janis Joplin comes on stage. You know, the quote unquote love of your short lived life? The woman you’ve obsessed over since you knew what a boner was?” Harry smacked Johnny’s hand off his shoulder, suppressing an intense blush before groaning. He should know by now to never tell his friends anything about himself.

“Man, I told you that in confidence,” Harry whines.

“You were drunk off your ass and announced that Janis Joplin gave you musical hard ons to a garage full of people. Don’t act all scandalized. You do it to yourself,” Johnny quips. “Anyway,” he continues animatedly. “Eric and I told you we were going to drag you out of that house if it was the last thing we did. And we did it. You can’t stay in that musty room anymore. I get that you’re hurt, man, I really do,” Harry crosses his arms at this statement but that doesn’t deter Johnny. “But we’ve been talking about this forever! I should’ve spent most of this money on rent but here I am, getting paid in experience. This is too groovy man, and you’re making it seem like a chore,” Johnny ends his miniature rant with a pouty bottom lip and what seems like a stab at a comforting voice but all it sounds like to Harry is pitying.

“I’m going home,” Harry announces, choosing to ignore the well meaning monologue. He jingles his keys in front of Johnny’s face, the 8 ball accesory almost making contact with his aquiline nose.”With or without you guys.” Johnny rears his head back.

“Looks like it’s without then. I’m going to go find Eric. And together we will find a ride. If not, we’ll just sleep on a bench or something. Maybe even on the wet grass,” he says, letting out an exaggerated gasp. “It’s all about the experience,” Johnny says, before turning on his heel in search of the third staple friend in their group. Harry knows he shouldn’t feel betrayed by them. It would be unfair with all the moping they’ve put up with and all the times they smoked a bowl on Eric’s roof and Harry talked for hours and hours about her. Her pointy ears, her dainty wrists, her brown eyes he wanted to sow seeds in, watch flowers grow out of. Yeah, he was high. He was also sad. And they knew it. They sat there and let him talk for as long as he wanted to, even until the sun came up. They were good friends, he reminded himself on the way to his car. They just wanted to have fun.

Shoving his key into the ignition, he felt the Cadillac roar to life. He spent a full year working on this car, restoring it to its former glory. He loved his baby, even gave her a name: Candace. It wasn’t too creative but it was something to call his own. Putting his car into reverse and letting his foot off the break, he slowly rolled backwards out of his hazardous parking space, in his own little world. He regretted being to lazy to check his blindspot when he heard a dull thud and a grunt, the sound of numerous object falling to the ground. Harry’s eyes widened as he put the car in park, scrambling for the door handle. He missed the lock three times before successfully disarming it and opening the door. He hesitantly made his way to the back of Candace, heart racing. He just hit someone.

In the two seconds it took to get to the bumper, Harry’s thought process went something like this; Oh my god. I just hit someone with my car. I’m in so much shit. Deep shit. Center of the Earth shit. They’ll sue me. Wait, what if they’re can’t sue me because they’re dead? I wasn’t going that fast, was I? What if they hit their head on Candace on the way down to their demise? What if there’s blood? I can’t handle blood! Oh my god, I’m going the throw up ohmygodohmygodohmygod.

Rounding the back of the car (and discretely flicking his gaze to the headlight for any sign of damage), he sees a familiar pair of thick and strappy sandals and his heart drops even more. It was Hippie Girl he just mowed over with his car. He stands there, frozen as she begins to stir, loud groans escaping her lips. She tries to sit up and Harry finally moves, rushing over and dropping to his knees, making sure to cradle her head so she doesn’t hurt anything else.

Upon opening her eyes, his breath catches. They’re the deepest shade of brown he’s ever seen and it chills him to the bone. It’s an unsettling stare. Various emotions pass over her face like clouds in the sky ranging from shock, confusion, pain and then finally, anger. She winces and takes a stuttered breath, opening up her deeply bowed mouth.

“What the hell just happened,” she questions angrily. Her thick brows furrow and dimple her forehead in the process. She turns her dark eyes left and right as if to gather her bearings before connecting with his, a recognizance sparking to life behind them like a flame. He gulps, praying silently for the Earth to swallow him up.

“Well,” Harry drawls out, unsure of how to say it. “I kind of backed into you with Candace. But not on purpose! I was...changing the radio station,” he lies, not wanting to seem like a wack job that doesn’t deserve his license. “I am so, so, so, so, so incredibly, terribly sorry. Here let me help you.”

With one hand on her back and the other wrapped around her wrist, he gently helps her up. As soon as she rises to her feet, she swats his hands away. Grimacing, she rotates her neck side to side and finds that it’s only a bit sore and still capable of full motion. Testing out the rest of her body, she stretches out her limbs, flinching slightly when she takes a step forward. Lifting her shirt to expose her hip where Harry assumes he hit with his car, he sees the start of a nasty bruise spreading into the waist of her dark brown jeans the same time she does. Lifting her head, he sees her face turn red with anger. A sharp inhale leaves both of their mouths. Uh oh, Harry thinks to himself. I’m definitely getting sued.

The Hippie Girl starts mumbling under her breath.

“Uh, what are you doing?” Harry asks uneasily. He really didn’t feel like getting cursed by your run of the mill Woodstock Witch, no matter how much he deserved it. She ignores him and turns her focus to the trash bag lying half empty in the dirt, its contents splayed all around them, many having rolled under nearby cars. She closes her eyes in defeat. Harry, feeling awful, hurriedly bends down to pick up all the garbage he can fit into his arms, not caring this time around if any mysterious liquid drips onto him.

Stuffing the armful of random waste into the bag at her feet, he hears what she’s saying. He stays crouched, cocking his head. She’s not saying any words, just counting. The numbers drop down from one hundred in threes, it seems. He pauses to listens. 97, 94, 91, 88, 85, 82…The numbers stop suddenly at 79 and he looks up to see her looking at him, almost black eyes narrowed. He straightens up quickly, clearing his throat. “Listen,” he says frantically. “You have to understand how sorry I am. I’m not usually the type of guy who goes around running over girls with his car.”

“I would hope not,” she shoots back. “You’re lucky I have somewhere to be or else I would really be laying into you, dude. Changing radio stations? Really? Are you that shitty of a driver?” She puts her hands on her fleshy hips, forgetting about the bruise and cursing quietly. “Whatever,” she says softly, almost to herself, diverting her gaze to the sad looking trash bag. “I have somewhere to be.”

Reaching down to get a firm grip on the bag, Harry stops her. He feels like the worst person in the world. He can’t let her leave like this.

He could’ve hurt her way worse than a bruise. And he already felt horrible about the bruise, sucking in his own breath like he was the one who got hit when he saw it. Taking the bag from her, his hands dwarfing her own ring covered ones, he jogs over to the nearest dumpster before she can protest and throws it in. Returning to her, he holds up his hands in some type of truce.

“Where are you going? Maybe you could let me take you there. It’s the least I can do. And if you’re in such a hurry, driving would get you to wherever you need to go way faster than your tiny feet could. Not that there’s anything wrong with tiny feet,” he hurries out. “Just can’t cover as much ground as my Candace,” he finishes with a proud smile and a knuckle rapping twice on the trunk.

“As if I’m sitting in the same car that ran me over. A car that you named Candace. No chance buddy,” she says, already twisting her body to physically leave the conversation. Harry inwardly groans. She seemed more than capable of doing things on her own and she definitely didn’t want Harry’s company but he felt like he owed her. Scratch that. He didn’t just feel like he owed her: he absolutely knew that he did. He hit her with his car!

He watches her retreating figure for a full minute before deciding to catch up to her. If she didn’t accept his ride, he would at least see her arrive to her destination safely.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she asks, side eyeing his profile. She’s made it all the way to the entrance of the festival full of congested cars. He shrugs his shoulder, remaining silent as they walk, not quite together, but not quite like strangers.

She weaves her way in between the vehicles, a bit more wary now that she knows what it’s like to be rammed into by one of them. He walks behind her, observing her straight posture and confident walk silhouetted by the setting sun. The dying star turned the frizzy halo around the crown of her head an orange tint and made her swinging hands glint brightly, courtesy of the multiple rings that called her fingers home. Her blouse was falling off one shoulder, sporting a couple dirt stains on the white fabric from her fall. Another thing he was sorry about. His eyes wander down to the swell of her backside against the tightness of her bell bottoms. He almost doesn’t notice she’s stopped walking and thankfully he does in time, or else he would’ve ran into her. That would’ve been bad. That would have brought on an onslaught of, “You can’t drive AND you can’t walk? How did you even get this far in life being a total safety hazard?”

Harry can just hear it now.

She’s stopped in her tracks because a small fender bender blocks her path. She huffs and turns around not knowing how close Harry is, running right into his chest and bouncing back. “Woah there,” he says, putting both hands on her upper arms to steady her.

She shrugs him off and lets her feet carry her to the left, through a break in bumper to bumper traffic. Harry follows, of course. He thinks just a bit more than normal before opening his mouth. “You think they’d see the traffic and the sun setting and turn around to go home, wouldn’t you? Like, day one’s almost over, the acts are wrapping up their sets,” he says matter-of-factly. She doesn’t say anything, just nods her head infinitesimally in grudging agreement. Harry takes this as a good sign. She’s no longer biting at his head.

“So,” he starts off. “What’s your name? I’m Harry. Harry Styles. And, again, I’m so sorry I hit you with my car.” He finds himself by her side, walking faster to keep up. Maybe her tiny feet aren’t so ineffectual, he thinks with a huff. She doesn’t seem to be too eager to answer him so he presses further.

“What are you doing here anyway? At Woodstock I mean. You don’t look like you were enjoying the music so I’m just curious as to why someone spends their Friday afternoon picking up other people’s messes. Seems kinda pointless if you ask me,” he says, rubbing a large hand around the nape of his neck. This garners a reaction from her and she looks up at him, an incredulous look on her otherwise serene face.

“My name is Cynthia,” she begins, voice gaining more traction as she goes on. “And it’s a good thing no one asked you then. I’m here because a bunch of environmentally challenged idiots get together and fry their brains to the sound of metal screeching on metal and create more litter than what’s found in a town dump. I’m here because no one but me seems to care about the environment. Do you know how much waste this godforsaken festival generates? And do you know how often they let it be stampeded into the Earth? They don’t clean this shit up, man,” she swears and breathes in, continuing her spiel. “I mean I thought you cared. Do you? Or is your favorite pastime just taking out random pedestrians with your obnoxiously red car like it’s a bowling ball and we’re the pins?” She finishes her last sentence with a snark.

Harry raises his eyebrows in surprise, halting mid step. Whatever he says is the wrong thing, so he just purses his lips and stares straight ahead. If I just stayed with Johnny and Eric, I wouldn’t be stuck with this self righteous hippie, he thinks. He knows she has every right to be angry but he’s been in too bad of a mood to even begin sympathizing. Everything feels like a direct attack to him at the moment.

Mentally sighing, he falls back in step with Cynthia, feeling bound to her at least until she knows she’s safe. She may be mean and sarcastic and all the synonyms of angry in one person, but after she’s arrived where she needs to go, Harry will never have to see her again. This thought gives him a bit of relief. She really is draining on his energy and he feels the need to pack a bowl just being around her.

They’ve been walking in uncomfortable silence for a mile now and she stopped protesting his presence about half a mile ago. The sky eventually turned dark and the stars have come out from behind their cloudy curtains when they finally approach a small neighborhood full of neatly stacked white houses and manicured lawns, most of which are full of blooming yellow black eyed susans and crisp white hydrangeas. She walks a bit quicker, a skip in her step as she nears a white blocked house with pale yellow window shutters and the number 19 in gold lettering on the front door. As she hops up the steps, her bell bottoms swish against the ground.

She turns around. Narrowing her dark eyes yet again, she bites out a curt, “thank you”. Harry’s about to smile but before he does she follows up with a, “thank you, really. For hitting me with Candace. That’s a hardcore stripper name, you know,” she blows a piece of thick onyx hair out of her face. “I didn’t need you to walk me home. Really. So I’m not going to give you a heartfelt thank you. You hit me with your car,” she says pointedly. She can’t believe she ended up here at the end of another seemingly routine day, standing on her front porch and looking into eyes so green it feels like she’s staring at a motionless forest, waiting for the trees to move.

“Have a wonderful night, Henry.”

And with that, Cynthia closes her front door with a flourish and in the quiet night, Harry can hear the lock click shut. “It’s Harry,” he says out loud to no one but himself.

“Fucking Cynthia,” he grumbles before twisting on his heel so fast it almost creates smoke, briskly walking down the single road in the complex back to Woodstock. He hears a flutter in the bush to his right and the brisk pace turns into a jog.

“Fucking Cynthia,” he repeats, shaking his head.

#harry styles #harry styles fic #writing #woodstock #1960s au #fic #harry styles imagine

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lonelyandgone · 7 years ago

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Disclaimer 1 - This is totally ooey gooey cheese. If you don’t like cheesy fics, do yourself a favor and not read it. Disclaimer 2 - I wrote it super fast so it may not only be ooey gooey cheese but full of errors. Read at your own risk.

Ironic – A Joe and Taylor Drabble

She can remember their first discussion about this. Fifteen years old. Sitting against the pastel painted bed in her room. Abi had been picking at the hole in the knee of her jeans, rambling on about how much she hated Algebra but that she couldn’t hate it too much because Ben Henson was sitting diagonal and two seats up from her. She had been writing a song that could really be a poem or maybe a story, she wasn’t positively sure at that point in time. And when Abi had realized her lack of attention, she had grabbed the notepad from her hand and flung it across the room.

“Let’s plan our weddings,” Abi had said enthusiastically, her red hair bouncing in waves like it was trying to match, or at least keep up with, her energy.

Her heart had leapt a bit at the idea because, well the idea of everlasting love made her starry-eyed and planning the wedding she knew she would eventually have made her whole body shiver with excitement. But showing Abi that wasn’t something she really wanted to do, not after her best friend had warned her to stop living in a fairytale just the day before when she had been whimsically forecasting her future romance with Chad Michael Murray.

So instead of outwardly showing the immense amount of glee coursing through her body, she had looked at her increduously. “I’m not getting married,” she had stated, choosing to err on the side of ridiculous rather than be honest, the 15 year old in her wildly shining through.

“C’mon,” Abi had virtually yelled before providing her best belly laugh and throwing her head back dramatically against the bed, “Taylor I’m in love with love Swift isn’t getting married? What planet do you think I’m from?”

It was then that she wished she hadn’t had her head in the clouds so much before when spewing about boys and crushes to her best friend. Because as much as she was going to deny Abi’s words, she knew it wouldn’t work. It didn’t stop her from trying though. Not in the slightest.

She had raised her chin up high, now completely determined to make her friend see some form of fake truth in the utter nonsense she was saying. “I’m not. I’m going to be a successful and completely independent woman who doesn’t need some man hanging off of me. What good are they for anyway?”

Abi’s laughter had only intensified tenfold then. “Obviously good enough for you to write songs about and pine over every single day,” Abi had howled, placing her hand on her stomach as she continued to bellow.

“Well that’s the only thing they are good for,” she contended, locking in her jaw and focusing her eyes like lasers on Abi, “and don’t act like you don’t pine too. You were pining for Ben Henson five minutes ago.”

“Whatever,” Abi had giggled as she swatted at her arm, then turning to push herself off of the floor in the direction of the notepad she had just flung away. “Well if you’re gonna continue to lie . . . . we can just plan mine.”

She had tried to ignore her for the first ten minutes, closing her eyes and folding her arms across her chest in some weird act of teenage friend defiance. She had refused comment when Abi asked if she preferred sleeveless or capped sleeves and when she asked if the best time for a wedding would be summer or fall. It was when Abi had started talking about wedding music, and specifically her question of the traditional wedding march versus Pachelbel’s Canon, that she finally caved and joined in.

They had spent the next two hours talking about catering and decorations, dress length and first dances, wedding cakes and throwing of garters. They imagined the looks on their future spouse’s faces as they walked down the aisle and how their dads would cry during the father daughter dance. They made promises to be each other’s maid or maiden of honor, regardless of far away from each other they lived then along with another promise that they would be each other’s first call once the big question got popped.

No detail had been missed by the time they fell back against the bed, both with notepads in hand, both gloriously living out their future weddings in their imaginations.

And now, twelve years later, one of those plans is coming to fruition.

She can feel the pull in her cheeks as she runs her finger along the edge of her wine glass, a day full of smiles and jubilation to blame. The thought alone causing her to smile even more.

Her best friend, her ride or die, her person was now Matt’s wife. She had taken those wishes and dreams of a daydreaming teenager and tweaked and edited them to turn them into the utter elegance and magnificence of this day.

It had been flawless and perfect and impeccable. It had been beautiful, romantic and touching. It had been everything that it should have been. Everything that Abi deserved.

It had been years and years in the making and she knows there is no way she could have ever written a better day for her nor would she ever even try. This was Abi’s vision and she considers herself lucky to simply have been part of it.

She’s sipping the last bit of Chardonnay from her glass when Abi slides into the seat beside of her, laying her head on her shoulder the way she’s done thousands of times through the years. The way she’s certain she will do thousands more through their remaining years.

“I’m married Tay,” her friend says, pulling her smile higher and her heart warmer, “I’m not even sure if I believe it yet.”

“You’ll believe it in a couple hours when Matt makes you call him husband over and over again in bed and then tells you to go and get him a beer afterward.” They share a laugh as Abi raises her head.

She nods emphatically. “Probably. But it’s still feels so strange. Absolutely amazingly right but so strange.”

Taylor winks, giggling, “That’s because you and Matt are weird. Obviously perfect for each other but weird.”

Abi tilts her head to the side, raising her eyes to let Taylor know she is right. “We gotta stop talking like each other. There are times I feel like we are the same person.”

“Matt would disagree with that,” she laughs, dipping her head to the new groom dancing on the floor.

With a wink, Abi adds, “Oh darling Joe Alwyn would disagree with that too. Because he’s not going to give a second glance to me but you . . . . . he’s got plenty of glances for you.”

Rolling her eyes, she shakes her head, completely aware of the validity of her friend’s words but also completely aware that she won’t admit them. “Whatever,” she says, prompting a loud howl from her friend.

They watch the party going on around them for a few seconds, Abi making a remark about how Matt’s friend is dancing like Patrick Dempsey in Can’t Buy Me Love and Taylor waving the waiter over for glasses of wine.

“Thank you for being here,” Abi says after her second sip, her eyes moving to Taylor, “for doing everything you’ve done for this wedding. And for me. That you’ve always done for me. I don’t know what I’d do without you, Taylor.”

She can feel her cheeks pulling once again, her smile becoming even more permanent on her face. “Well you’ll never have to worry about that. I’ve already told you that my weird heart loves your weird heart so you aren’t going to be able to get rid of me easily. You’re my sister from another mister.”

“That’s so bad, Taylor,” Abi cackles, “I remember us having that airbrushed on a t-shirt when we were fifteen.”

Taylor nods her head, “Yes we did. And it was bad. We sure did some strange stuff at that age.”

Abi’s eyes twinkle, a light triggering in her mind. “Awww let’s not forget the wedding extravaganza,” she bellows and Taylor nods again.

“Oh I haven’t. I was just thinking about it earlier.”

“Want to know something funny,” Abi snickers, “My mom found my list a couple months ago, complete with heart stickers and glitter ink, and she scanned and emailed it to me. I laughed so much reading through it but the scary part is that I must have subconsciously remembered those plans while I was working on this wedding because there was a pretty good bit that matched up.”

Taylor laughs for a few seconds, watching the joy spread so evidently across her friends face. “You want to know another secret,” she whispers, leaning into Abi, “I still have mine too.”

Abi’s mouth falls open, her eyes wide, “Well you best be digging that thing out because I’m fairly certain you’re gonna be needing it soon.”

She shakes her head softly, lowering her chin as a gentle laugh escapes her lips. “I hope,” is all she says, glancing at her friend once more before she pulls her gaze away.

Abi’s head tilts against hers again and this time she slips her hand into Taylors, holding it. “I know so, Tay. Trust me. I see it all over your face. I see it all over his. It’s time.”

She doesn’t say anymore, neither of them does. They don’t have to. This is the bond they share. One unlike any bond she shares with anyone else. And this is the first time Abi has ever said those words to her so she knows how much she means them.

She also knows how absolutely true they are, at least where she is concerned.

Because settling down with Joe Alwyn is the plan she holds close to her heart, somewhat scared to whisper it aloud in fear that it won’t come true, but knowing in reality how much she trusts that it will.

Abi gets up when Matt arrives at the table a few minutes later, a wide smile on his face and his hand held out to her. She squeezes Taylor’s hand before she goes, leaning down to whisper one parting statement before her groom slips her away. “Remember that you promised to call me first.” Taylor laughs, her mind instantly going back to their pact at 15.

She gives her speech a half hour later, toasts her best friend and the man she’s entrusted with taking care of her, and then slips out of the reception behind a veil in an attempt to keep the focus on the bride and not on herself.

She thinks of Joe the entire trip back to Nashville, wondering what he’s doing, how his filming is going and if he misses her a fraction of as much as she misses him. She thinks about seeing him next, about how she feels when she’s with him, about how he makes her feel when she’s with him.

About how madly in love with him she is.

Her apartment is dark and quiet when she arrives there and her heels make a loud thud when she kicks them across the room. She’s laughing at the noise and pulling her earrings off when she sees him. His long frame leaning against the wall, his lips spread in the most perfect smile she’s ever seen.

“Joe,” she whispers, her surprise cascading down in her voice.

He’s wearing a suit and tie, a bouquet of flowers in one hand, a small box in the other. It doesn’t hit her at first but when it does she freezes. “Are you going to propose to me,” she squeaks out after a few seconds, her voice sounding as rushed as the heartbeat in her chest.

He smiles, his brilliant blues gleaming, and then pushes himself off of the wall, taking one step toward her before he tosses the flowers on a table and then opens the box, slipping its contents out and into his hand without her seeing it. “Do you want me to propose to you,” he asks, his eyebrows raised, his gaze fully on her.

“Yes,” she says instantly, “I mean if you want to,” she adds with a nervous laugh.

Taking a few more steps toward her, he falls to one knee on the floor. “Well then let’s do this then, shall we?” He reaches for her hand, pulling it to his heart when he looks up to her. “What do you say Taylor, can I keep you forever?”

He pulls her hand back then, holding it in front of him as he carefully slides the ring from his finger to hers, the diamonds catching in the light and making them sparkle.

“Oh my god,” she whispers slowly through glazed eyes, springing them quickly back to him.

“Is that a yes,” he laughs, his eyebrows raised once more.

“Yes,” she exclaims, her word echoing through the house, bouncing off of walls and ringing in her ears over and over again. It’s the most beautiful word she’s ever said, she thinks.

Her arms are around him within seconds, her body clinging to his as he lifts to his feet and slides his arms around her waist, molding her even closer to him. “You’re here and you’re doing this,” she says into his lips.

“Yes. I’m here and I’m doing this. And you, my love, are definitely going to be my wife.”

He’s pulling at her dress now, his hand feeling like fire as he slowly unzips the back and tugs at the fabric there. And when his lips find her neck, she struggles to find any ounce of clarity, any ounce of thought that isn’t drunk on the sensations he is eliciting.

She’s naked, her legs wrapped around his torso as he carries her toward the bedroom when a coherent thought finally forces itself into her head, jabbing there repeatedly in an attempt to bring her back to her senses.

“Wait,” she says as he bites at her earlobe. He doesn’t stop and she’s just about lost in him when she says the word again.

This time, he sits her down carefully, his gaze grazing over her. “Is something wrong,” he asks with concern.

“No,” she laughs, “no. Everything is perfect.” She kisses him and he slides his hands around her waist to try to wrap her back in but she laughs again, pushing him back lightly. “One second baby. There’s something I have to do and then after, I promise you get me all night . . . and then forever.”

He groans through his laugh when she pulls away and she turns around just long enough to blow him a kiss before bounding quickly out of the bedroom. She grabs her phone and returns to the bedroom, allowing him to pull her naked body back to him on the bed, her legs straddled over him. She clutches the phone to her ear when he goes to work with his mouth again.

Abi answers breathlessly on the eighth ring, no doubt enjoying her night as a newlywed. Taylor laughs when she hears her.

“As promised. First call.” Joe’s mouth finds her neck again as her words get spouted out.

It’s all she says before she turns the phone off and tosses it on the floor. Her attention now fully on the man she knew from day one that she would keep forever.

When she wakes up the next morning, she finds 17 new text messages from her best friend, ranging from I can’t believe you interrupted my wedding night sex with a smiley face to I totally knew it! to I’m so giddy with happiness and Matt thinks it’s because of him.

She glances back at Joe’s sleeping figure as she reads the last one. She’s never in her life felt her heart this full, her life this complete, everything so amazingly perfect.

Leaning in, she kisses his temple before she slips into a robe and out of the room.

She looks for it then. In desk drawers and bookcases, finally finding it tucked inside a yearbook from her Freshman year of high school.

She smiles when she unfolds it and then raises her phone to snap a picture, sending it to Abi.

Her eyes scan over the words written at the top of the torn and tattered paper in her hands. “Taylor’s dream wedding,” she whispers to herself, laughing. And then she notices something written in the bottom right corner.

It’s a heart just beside of the initials JA

She closes her eyes and shakes her head. Jeremy Austin had been her crush when she wrote that list at 15. She hadn’t even remembered that until this very moment. Jeremy Austin.

JA, she smiles.

A text arrives seconds later. Thirteen hearts followed by Abi’s message. OMG JA!

She rubs her thumb across the scribbles she made years before. “JA,” she whispers to herself, “how perfect.”

How absolutely ironically perfect.

Her Joe Alwyn. Her real JA. Yeah, she’ll keep him forever, she smiles.

#taylor swift fanfiction #joe alwyn fanfiction #drabble #ironic

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rosetintedswift · 7 years ago

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A few months ago my very best friend got engaged to the love of her life. It was all so beautiful: The proposal, the ring, the guy, the girl, the dress, the details…. absolutely amazing. Even more so was when I learned I was to be the Maid of Honor and she entrusted the Bachelorette to me.

Talk about pressure.

So for months on end I searched Pinterest and asked people and watched every bride movie you could think of (Bride Wars, Bridesmaids, 27 Dresses, etc). I made tons of lists of everything I needed, and always had the event at the back of my mind. I had never really planned an event before, let alone every bride’s dream party, so I had to be sure it was perfect.

In light of it’s success, I decided to make a post to give anyone who’s planning a Bachelorette some ideas.

Games

What’s a Bachelorette party without those cheesy games? Here are some of my favorites that were played!

He Said… She Said…

Pull your bride aside and ask her questions such as:

Who kissed who first?

Who said “I love you,” first?

Who cooked the first meal?

Have the party guests guess who did what and whoever gets the most correct, get’s a prize!

Cold Feet

Get each guest a bowl of ice, cold, water and fill them with some plastic rings. Each person has to grab as many rings as they can with their toes in a minute. Whoever gets the most rings wins!

How Well Do You Know Your Groom?

Ask the groom 20 questions from when did the bride and groom first meet to what kind of underwear he likes to wear. It’s a great game to challenge the bride and make her blush a little! Plenty of laughs around for everyone.

Label Your Bridesmaids

Ask the bride herself to label the bridesmaids (such as: Drama queen, hot mess, bad influence, sarcastic, etc.). Cut out a paper that has the label and ask each bridesmaid to pick out the label she feels best suits her personality. After everyone chooses one, reveal which person is who and have the bride explain why she chose that label for them. It’s a great icebreaker and gives everyone a great laugh.

Panty Dropper

This one is my favorite. Have each bridesmaid buy a pair of underwear (can be anything from granny panties to scandalous) and have them drop them in a bag on their way in. Give the bag to the bride and she has to guess who gave her what piece of underwear. This is one I highly suggest for others to get creative with! One girl at my party cut up some old jeans to look like underwear and gave them to the bride!

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Scavenger Hunt

Split the girls into two teams and head to the mall or a place like Target or Walmart. Give the teams each a piece of paper with a bunch of things to do on them with the point value next to it. Set a timer for forty-five minutes and go out and try to finish as many items on the checklist as possible. Some ideas for the list are:

Kiss a bald man’s head, Order a drink with an accent, ask an employee if you are in Walmart or Target (the employee we got was super salty about that question), spell out the bride’s name with clothing, propose to someone, walk around the store eating baby food, dress in a crazy outfit, the possibilities are endless.

Have everyone document what they do with their phones and have a fun time sharing all the videos and photos. Winning team gets a prize!

Porn or Polish?

The bride’s grandma walked in right as we were about to play this game so make sure no adults are around in case! We had to search the internet for porn movie names and different makeup names but in the end it made for a fun game.

Basically give everyone two different sticks: One for porn, one for polish. Then name the crazy name and ask them to guess if it’s a porn movie or makeup. If you want to mix things up, put your dirty mind to work and come up with some on your own for a trick question!

If you need help thinking of makeup names just check out NARS products. They have lots of options.

Decorations

Dollar Store

Literally just go to the dollar store. It may be cheap but they have some pretty good decorations. I got some pink streamers, a table cloth, prizes for games, balloons, fake pink rose petals, plates, and a plastic crown.

Walgreens

I printed out some photos of Abbey and all her friends and family and hung them from the ceiling around her chair. We got to all reminisce about the good ol’ times when we were younger, and share laughs about it too.

Grocery Store

Went to the local Fred Meyer (it may be called something different wherever you are) and found 50% gorgeous pink roses, and a fruit tartlet for cheap. Both were beautiful and loved by all the guests.

Food

Since my best friend’s wedding was three days after the bachelorette, we decided light and fun foods would be the best:

Fruit snacks

Pita chips and hummus

Tortilla chips and guacamole

Peach rings (from the game)

Pink lemonade

A fruit tartlet

Red Robin (For Dinner)

*TIP: Never let the bride pay for anything*

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Shirts

What’s a bachelorette without matching shirts? Online they can get pretty pricey being around ten dollars to twenty for a shirt that says ‘bridesmaid’ and ‘bride’ on it. Therefore, I made the shirts. With a fifty percent coupon to Michael’s I went to a few different stores and used the coupon to purchase hot pink, V-neck shirts. Then, I got glitter fabric paint and used a template that I found online and painted them! Just be sure to put cardboard in-between the shirts.

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Music

This is a must need for every party. I listed below some of the must haves for a bachelorette party.

Green Light by Lorde

Good To Be Alive by Andy Grammer

Love Song by Sara Baareilles

Death of a Bachelor by Panic! At The Disco

Picture to Burn by Taylor Swift

Cheers by Rihanna

Wonderland by Taylor Swift

All My Friends by The Summer Set

Just The Girl by The Click Five

I Wanna Get Better by Bleachers

Dreaming by Smallpools

Shake It Off by Taylor Swift

Look What You Made Me Do by Taylor Swift

Clouds by One Direction

New Romantics by Taylor Swift

Weak by AJR

Shut Up and Drive by Rihanna

Someone New by Hozier

Closer by The Chainsmokers

Perfect Places by Lorde

Woman by Harry Styles

Believer by Imagine Dragons

Can’t Help by Parachute

Bom Bidi Bom by Nick Jonas

Back To You by Louis Tomlinson

Single Ladies by Beyonce

Crazy In Love by Beyonce

Chapel Of Love by The Dixie Cups

There’s probably many more jams but those are the basic songs for a good time.

The Car

Don’t forget to paint funny phrases on the car! We had “Honk for the bride” and some other silly things that just made it overall more exciting and fun.

Money

Now, it can get expensive planning a bachelorette. That’s why I calculated costs and asked each bridesmaid to chip in fifteen dollars at least. You’ll probably have to put in a little more of your own money but when it comes to it, anything for the bride.

Planning a Bachelorette can be tricky and confusing sometimes. But no matter how it turns out, the bride is sure to love it because you planned it and you all got to spend time with each other.

How to Throw the Perfect Bachelorette Party A few months ago my very best friend got engaged to the love of her life. It was all so beautiful: The proposal, the ring, the guy, the girl, the dress, the details....

#Bachelorette #Best Friends #Maid of Honor

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pastel-rosed-blog · 8 years ago

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EPILOGUE: The Best Birthday Gift

Genre: Fluff

Words: 1789

Pairing: Tiffany (SNSD) x Reader (F)

First part’s over here!

Luckily, the girls' photoshoot fell on a Saturday, my rest day. I was free, and it was the perfect opportunity to go see my girlfriend. My girlfriend. I shuddered and felt giddy all over. It's finally official. I'd have to get used to calling her that from now on.

She and the other girls may be tired from lack of sleep so I decided to bring treats. I brought eight frappes, all the same flavor to avoid favoritism, to the set of the photoshoot. Sunny texted me the location and informed security that I'll be coming. It was one hell of a challenge not getting any of the drinks spilled on my car seat, and even more carrying them to the third floor of the building alone.

Pushing open the glass door with my shoulder, Yuri, who had just finished taking her individual shots and was resting in the corner, noticed me and helped with my handful of drinks.

"OHH Y/N!! It's been a while! What're these...Frappes? Are these for us? Y/N, you're jjang! Hey guys, Y/N's here!"

Dodging the staff that were redoing their makeup, Seohyun and Yoona came over excitedly to get the drinks and distribute them to their unnies.

"Y/N, you're really kind. Belated happy birthday! By the way, I'm really sorry if I wasn't able to attend dinner last night..", Seohyun pouted. "It's all right. If you came I'd be obliged to treat you to steak too. Then I will make you pay for yours afterwards.""Ah jinjja!" She slapped my arm teasingly, then I remembered the main reason I came. "Seohyun-ah, do you know where Tiffany is right now? Can you take me to her?"

The kind maknae led me through a sea of staff, busy going about the set, carrying some props and coordinating through their headsets. I noticed the theme of the photoshoot was summer on the beach. The staff had a backdrop of the shore adorned with palm trees, complete with a view of bright blue ocean waters. They also hung white sheets that serve as makeshift curtains on bamboo poles and set up a couple of rattans and a table decorated with tall glasses of colorful, refreshing fruit shakes with tiny umbrellas resting on the rim. It was in that same moment that I also observed what Yuri, Yoona and Seohyun were wearing and simultaneously realized the motif of the girls' clothes: white and flowy blouses and light gowns, something that epitomizes "goddesses of the beach". Even if I was temporarily preoccupied with how gorgeous the girls will complement this bright set, I was careful not to step over all the cords and plugs. Yoona trailed behind us, carrying the other drinks.

Seohyun brought me to the back of the studio, where there were several changing rooms. I took a peek at the few that were open: one on the right had Sunny playing video games and Taeyeon next to her, working on her coloring book. Yoona ducked in and set their drinks on the table. Seeing the frappes, Taeyeon looked up quickly and mouthed "thanks" at me. In the adjacent room were Sooyoung and Hyoyeon, already dressed and getting their hair and makeup done. Yuri handed them their drinks, saying it's from me. I peeked in and yelled as I passed "Yah Choi Sooyoung!! We're even now, okay?" and ran out before I heard a diss, demanding more for her Cupid act last night. The changing room at the back has Yoona, Seohyun and Tiffany. I distributed to the two youngest their drinks and set the last one on the nearest dresser.

Tiffany was sitting and listening to something intently on her phone. I crept up behind her and covered her eyes. She was startled but she did not put up a fight. I removed one earphone, then leaned in closer to her ear and whispered "It's me," and left a quick peck on her cheek before letting go. I can hear sounds of disgust mixed with glee from Yoona and Seohyun. Tiffany removed her other earphone and turned to face me, smiling sweetly from ear to ear. "Jagi~ what brings you here? I thought you'd be resting."

I handed her the last frappe and she took it cheerfully, squealing and even dancing a bit in her chair. As she started sipping and assumed her sitting position from earlier, I stood close to her back again and this time, wrapped my arms around her, resting my chin on the crown of her head.

I took a good, long look at her in the mirror. She was fully dolled up for the shoot. Even when she wore a simple, white jacket with denim shorts and a few gold bangles, and her voluminous, auburn hair ending with luscious curls...I was very certain; she was the most splendid beach goddess out of all the goddesses in here.

"I thought you guys could use a pick-me up. And besides, I really really missed my girlfriend." Tiffany gripped my arm tightly, signalling that she felt the same, and thankful for the drink too. But right then, she stood up abruptly, making me take a few steps back.

"AH!! That's right. There's something I want to give you," her voice trailed away as she walked over to her huge pink bag on the opposite side of the room, digging through its contents for something. Curious about what it was, I looked over to Yoona and Seohyun for a hint, but they silently got up and left, exchanging mischievous smiles.

Tiffany brought out a black velvet box, and handed it to me. "Open it, jagi. It's yours." Raising my eyebrows, I took the box and unveiled a luxurious, rose gold necklace with a peculiar pendant: a small amethyst gemstone, shining the perfect hue of my favorite color purple, encapsulated by a shape that resembles half a heart. It was a very beautiful necklace indeed; I was overwhelmed by all the warm emotions swelling up in me.

"Fany, I absolutely love it! And it's amethyst, you remembered my birthstone! When did you get it?"

Tiffany took the box from me, removed the necklace and made me stand in front of the dresser. "Hold your hair up for a while, jagi." I watched her in the mirror as she dangled the necklace around my neck, and placed the lock. She took a step back to observe my reaction in the mirror. I fixed my hair and admired myself as well, then I continued to play with the pendant.

"I got this a few weeks ago, after the girls convinced me that it was time to fix us. It just reminded me of you, when I saw that shade of purple which I'm sure you love. I planned to give this last night but I stupidly left the box in my drawer at home. At least today I remembered to place it in my bag this time, in case I finished the shoot early and I could go visit you. The pendant is half a heart, because...well, you know where the other half is." She patted her chest. Her eyesmile shone, it was a very happy one, so I widely smiled back. "Happy birthday again, Y/N." This time she hugged me from the back, her arms sliding around my waist. She rested her chin on the space between my neck and shoulder. I placed both my arms on top of hers and held her hands closer to me.

"Jagi, you really made my birthday this year. You're the best. I love you." She giggled and pecked me on the cheek. We stood like that in front of the mirror for a while, completely absorbed in our little bubble of happiness, until someone from the doorway yelled "YAH Y/N IT WILL TAKE MORE THAN ONE FRAPPE TO THANK ME FOR MAKING THIS CHEESY REUNION A SUCCESS", the voice was undeniably Sooyoung's.

Tiffany released me from her back hug and we walked over to Sooyoung as she also entered the room. "Also, Y/N-ah, did you know that Fany also wrote a song about you while you guys weren't okay? She's making me rewrite it to include your name somewhere in the lyrics too---" Tiffany rushed over to her and covered her mouth, pushing her blabbing form out the doorway while I stood there, dumbfounded. Tiffany slammed the door behind Sooyoung.

"Jagi, don't panic. I can explain." She sat down on the sofa and patted the space next to her, inviting me over. I started frowning. What about me did she write? Am I the bad guy? Is she 'Taylor Swift'-ing me right now?

"Jagi" she looked me straight in the eyes, "I'm not 'Taylor Swift'-ing you, okay?" My frown disappeared; how did she read my mind?

"The company gave me the green light to start preparations for my solo album." I suddenly lit up in excitement. "Jagiya, that's great news!! You’ve always hinted at it before but now it's actually happening! Congrats!"

"Well they mostly made me pick from songs that were already written, and I barely got my own songs in. Luckily they agreed to this one, the one I wrote about you." She grabbed her phone and handed me the earphones. "Here, listen to it jagi. I wrote about my feelings during our time apart. I swear, you're not the bad guy." As soon as I settled, she played the demo of her self-written song.

Don't know what to do, baby, 'cause I'm not over you

What do I do, baby? You're still the one

And I can't seem to move on from the thought of being apart

I'm sitting here alone and lost and confused, so what do I do~

I listened intently, absorbing the lyrics while getting lost in the R&B synth pop sound. She really put her thoughts and feelings in the song. It made me feel guilty at first, learning more of her side, but I oddly felt proud that I was the inspiration for the verses. The pop sound of the track definitely matches the lyrics and the song overall is totally her style. This song is definitely Tiffany. When the music stopped, I took the earphones out and she looked at me shyly. "I was about to give you the heads up but, jinjja, that Sooyoung. She's actually rewriting it in Korean, and it's gonna be in the tracklist as well...so is it okay with you that this song will be included in my solo album?"

I chuckled at the prospect. Korea and all the international fans out there will hear this story. But they won't know it's me. Not right away at least.

"Jagi you know I’m supporting you always. Of course it's fine. But when you win at the year-end awards for being the best rookie with the best album because of this song, you'll give me some of the royalties, okay?"

A/N: wow, i promise i’ll be more consistent in updating next time HAHA

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rosecolored-gay · 6 years ago

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All them questions bitch

Okayyyyy

1. Are you a side, back, or front sleeper?

- Side or stomach, mainly stomach.

2. When you hum random music what song is it?

- Probably the jeopardy theme song.

3. Explain your username

- I am a gay, and rose colored because of the Paramore song.

4: Explain my username

- Anon?

5: How did you fall into the tumblr hellpit?

- Lol, my friend Tuna from high school marching band.

6: What fan interest of yours would you least prefer to explain in your workplace?

-My hidden love for Degrassi, and other shows from when I was kid.

7: What fan interest or yours would you most enjoy explaining in your workplace?

- Definitely my love for Grey’s Anatomy

8: Last song you listened to?

- High Hopes - Panic! At the Disco

9: Weirdest thing on your dash today?

- Not weird, but saw a lot of porn

10: In a perfect world, what animal would you most like to adopt?

- A polar bear!

11: What animal would you most like someone else to adopt?

- This question doesn’t make sense to me

12: What’s something trivial you have strong opinions about?

- OOH man, if you want to get me fired up, I have a strong opinion on LGBTQ rights, gender inequality, a woman’s right to choose, and race inequality. I’m a sociologist, so.

13: What would your super-villain finishing move be?

- Spiderweb like Tom Holland did in Homecoming.

14: Explain your icon.

- It’s me, looking hella gay.

15: You meet your true love(s) today. Possibly again. Describe your ideal hilarious romcom meetcute. (can be aromantic)

- Ummm, I always love the idea of two people picking up each others coffee order by accident and then they go to switch it and the one person is like “why’d you order this like this?”, idk and it leads to conversation, lol. I have a wild imagination when it comes to writing.

16: Your comfort food, and why.

- I really really really love Matzo Brei made by my dad.

17: What type of mad science will you Show Them All with? (ex: mad chemical engineer, mad library scientist, mad linguist). Which of your creations will probably turn on you?

- I have no clue

18: Favorite cheesy trope?

-The having to share the bed trope

19: Favorite trope nobody writes enough of?

- Fake dating

20: Rec me a book, comic, or anime, or other piece of media you wish there were more like.

- Mmm, I could always go for more LGBTQ fiction.

21: Wierdest tumblr drama you’ve been a part of or stumbled across.

- Uh well, someone was harassing me on anon for a while.

22: You know those things from a million years ago your brain suddenly reminds you to feel embarrased/guilty/bad about in full technicolor? Tell me one of them.

- L O L, how about the time I decided not to listen to my mom, and I was swinging my body back and forth on my grandmother’s walker, and it was on concrete, it moved, and I fell on my ass and bruised my tailbone so bad I couldn’t sit for a week.

23: What is something you collect?

- Notebooks

24: Pens. Do you know where the one closest to you came from? Would you be distressed if someone took it?

- Its a pilot precise pen, it belongs to my mother and if I took it she’d murder me.

25: The last game you played is crossed with the zombie apocalypse and now going down outside your window. How boned are you?

- Like video game? Uh, Super Mario Bros.

26: What was the last thing that made you cry?

- Getting a job that I really wanted.

27: Most embarrassing/weird/personal body thing you’re willing to talk about.

- Umm, I have a lot of freckles just randomly placed all over me.

28: Your icon is now the voice of your inner therapist. How is this gonna go?

- So, I’m my own therapist?

29: Name a kink you only like hypothetically.

- I’m so vanilla

30: Name a kink you find bewildering.

- Anything with animals is just fucking weird

31: You have acquired: a mouse, a lizard, a rabbit, a spider, a domestic fox. Name them! Who gets to sleep on the bed?

- Mouse is definitely now named Mickey, the Lizard is Godzilla, Rabbit is Dash, Spider - No way in hell am I keeping a spider.., Fox is named Zeus

32: What was your favorite childhood toy? Do you still have it?

- It was a barney plush, and he’s in a box in my closet

33: Hit “shuffle” on your media player and tell me your favorite lyric from the song that comes up.

- “Did you take him to the pier in Santa Monica? Forget to bring a jacket, wrap up in him cause you wanted to? I'm just curious, is it serious?”

34: What fan media (of yours or someone else’s) would you most like to see art/fic for?

- These Strange Steps, it’s a Faberry fic on AO3.

35: What do you ship that you think would be hard to explain convincingly to other people? Attempt an explanation.

- Uhhhh, I kinda shipped Arizona and April from Grey’s Anatomy.

36: What meme gets on your nerves?

- The salt bae one I guess

37: Showers or baths?

- Showers

38: Who was your biggest childhood nemesis and why?

- This kid Talia, she lied to a kid that liked me and told him I hated him and almost ruined our friendship.

39: First writing prompt that comes to your head.

- AU on fake dating

40: Least favorite color.

- Purple

41: What was the last thing you got really obsessed with?

- Cutthroat Kitchen

42: What’s the weirdest experience you’ve ever had on a mind-altering substance? (prescription, recreational, otc, or food)

- Uh, got high and drunk at the same time and just felt hella fucked up

43: Shuffle up a random song on your media player. Now tell me what ship/story goes with it.

- Wowwww, its How To Save A Life by the fray, it just means someone on Grey’s is prob gonna die.

44: What’s making you happiest recently? :)

- Rach

45: What’s scaring you these days? :(

- Writing 60000 papers, will my brain turn to mush

46: Post a funny video for me.

- Too much work

47: Did you ever have a dream/nightmare that stuck with you for years?

- YES, ok make fun of me all you want, but one night I had a nightmare that a hippo chased me up a palm tree, been scared of hippos since. Absolutely the most irrational fear ever

48: What’s a movie you thought you’d hate but you turned out to love?

- Honestly, I thought I’d hate marvel movies, but I love them now that I’ve given them a try

49: Tell me a really obscure fact you know.

- There’s a spot in the brain where if someone smoke cigarettes and you injure this part of the brain, they’ll immediately quit cold turkey

50: Hot or cold?

- I hate hot weather, love the cold

51: How did your parent(s) punish you as a kid? What do you think of that?

- Taking away my phone or something I wanted to do. It was good incentive not to misbehave anymore

52: What’s something you thought was true about yourself that your feelings have changed on over the years?

- That I wasn’t smart

53: Write a story in seven words.

- uhhh

54: What is your favorite curse word?

- fuck

55: Favorite food for every color of the rainbow.

- pink - cotton candy, green - broccoli, yellow - pineapple, red -strawberry, blue - acai berry

56: If you were a poltergeist where would you haunt and what would be your preferred style of prank?

- I’d haunt my enemies, scare the shit out of them

57: What is an art style, craft, or skill that you can’t do, but you really admire in others?

- anything art like

58: What is a skill you have that people probably don’t know about?

- I can write poetry well

59: Name a pet peeve you have, and something you do that is probably a pet peeve for others.

- PEOPLE THAT CHEW WITH THEIR MOUTH OPEN, uhh i click pens constantly. Sorry lmao

60: Dragons, dinosaurs, or aliens?

- dinosaurs

61: What was the last big fight you had with someone about?

- About what show to watch at dinner, with my mom.

62: Insult the asker of this question creatively.

- too lazy

63: In an ideal world, what would you like done with your body after you die?

- do that thing where i become a tree

64: Find me a weird stock photo and post it.

- no

65: What was your bedtime ritual as a kid? Did you have one?

- my dad used to come in my room and open my closet and check under my bed for monsters and yell at them to leave

66: What are the three traits you value the most in others?

- humor, loyalty, honesty

67: What are the three most interesting wild animals you’ve encountered in your life?

- manatees, elephants, trump supporters

68: What is a word you really enjoy saying?

- shitballs

69: Answer number 60 like it was a “fuck, marry, kill” rhetorical.

- dude no thats nasty

70: Describe something that happened to you today as if you were a narrator in a film noir, nature documentary, or 50s teaching video

- ummm no

71: Create five new nicknames for yourself as quickly as you can.

- hey you, asshole, gaymo, flaming homo, queerer than a deer

72: Shorts, pants, skirts, or other?

- basketball shorts, or jeans

73: What’s a song you hate and why?

- Anything by Meghan trainor or taylor swift

74: If you were a superhero, what would be your one weakness?

- id stop on my way to save people if i saw a cute puppy that id want to pet

75: Describe a weird encounter you had with a bug.

- I killed a spider yesterday that had hitched a ride in my car

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